Early the next morning, as dawn broke, Sophie Allen carried her paints and brushes to the old town.
Sophie was familiar with the old town as she had been running around it often; it was Elijah Jefferson's territory and therefore safe.
Emma Lewis had arranged for a driver to accompany Sophie, and then went off to handle her own affairs.
Sophie, knowing her way, easily found the key under the windowsill flower pot, opened the door, and went inside.
She looked around at the place she had visited countless times since childhood and grinned.
Stepping onto a stool, she removed several paintings hanging on the wall.
A few days ago, she heard her grandfather mention that a few years back, Mr. Shaw had secretly spent millions buying her mom's paintings.
Yesterday, during a conversation, when Mr. Shaw mentioned her mom, he showed a sad expression on his face.
Sophie thought of taking one of her mom's paintings to give to him.