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    “It’s already sold, I’m afraid, but I can do another one for you in five minutes if you like,” she said without looking up.
    “I’d like to buy one of Eve, instead, please,” said Jett.
    Ginnie nodded madly, as her fingers smoothed the charcoal on her picture and she signed it with a flourish. “Here you go,” she said to the lady, handing the picture across. Morgan tried to watch both the old lady and Ginnie. The old woman’s face broke into a lovely smile showing her strong cheekbones and hinting at the beautiful woman she’d been not too many years ago. Ginnie smiled, too, but Morgan assumed that was because her work had pleased her client.
    “Now, Eve. I have a nice one of her here somewhere.” Ginnie flipped pages backward and forward in her sketchbook, then opened it to a picture of Eve staring into the distance. She held it up for Jett to see.
    “Perfect,” said Jett.
    And it was. It was an excellent rendition of Eve in a pensive moment.
    Jett paid Ginnie, who rolled the page up into a scroll for him and held it like that with a tiny red ribbon, then they walked a short distance down the hallway and into the market room.
    Morgan was conscious of music playing in the background, but overwhelmingly the sound was of people talking. The room was crowded. There was space to move around between the various tables and displays, but the crowd was two and three people deep in front of each display and people were trying on jewelry in front of both Taige and Eve.
    For a moment Morgan wondered how on earth Taige stopped people from stealing her jewelry. It would be so easy to walk out with a pendant hanging around his neck for example. Then he noticed that Taige got out a nice little paper sack, slipped a bracelet in it, and wrote the person’s name and the price on the outside, and put it in a basket behind the table.
    Ah. Okay. So anyone walking out with unwrapped jewelry was suspect then. Purchased items were bagged. That made sense. Just like the little red ribbon on his picture. The women were smarter than he’d given them credit for.
    Jett tapped his shoulder and they moved to stand in front of a huge wall hanging. Morgan was surprised with the amount of detail in it. The hanging was huge, easily three feet wide and seven or more feet high. At first glance it was an abstract pattern of pale lilacs, lemons, and blues, but the more he looked at it, the more he realized there were tiny things woven in among the irregular bands of color. A deeper blue flower. A red bird. He must have stood staring at the hanging for five minutes or more, and he was still finding more detail in the picture, when a soft voice said, “Well what do you think?”
    He turned around and saw that Jett was already looking at Eve, love clear in his eyes. Yeah, that’s how he felt, too. “It’s amazing. The more I look, the more things I find hidden in it. Is that a rainbow up at the top left?”
    Her gray eyes sparkled. “Yes it is. I made it thinking that people stuck in boring meetings might look at it and think they were going crazy when they started seeing things in it.”
    He laughed and Jett said, “What a wicked woman you are.”
    He longed to talk to her some more, but an older man tapped her on the shoulder saying, “You said we could look at your workroom before we left.”
    “Of course. Follow me.”
    Morgan raised an eyebrow at Jett, and they followed behind the man and his wife standing just inside the doorway of the work room when Eve unlocked it. She showed the people her looms, and her works in progress.
    “I want to look at some of the beaded necklaces as well, please,” said the woman.
    “I’ll need to go get Taige for you,” said Eve.
    “You stay here. I’ll fetch her,” said Morgan.
    He hurried back to the market room and found Taige. “The people in the work room want to ask you about your beaded necklaces,” he said.
    Taige looked around the huge crowd in the room. “I can’t