The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 217

Terrell’s face was a study in discomfort, his compasum slipping

ping like ice on a hot summer day

Travis, his kin through thick and thin, had been sent up the river by Noella after that fiasco at the art gallery Word on the street was that he was now getting three squares a day behind bars

“Ms. Schnabel, I’m not sure what you’re driving at Terrell stammered, his words chasing each other in confusion.

“Didn’t you visit him a few days ago? Seemed like he’s living the life.”

Terrell and Travis shared more than just blood, they shared loyalty. Even with Travis locked away, Terrell made time for brotherly visits “Ms. Schnabel, I visited him because we were colleagues once. As for your insinuations, they’re lost on me. Are there any issues with these withers?”

Noella maised an eyebrow, her expression cool and unreadable. “Where did you get these zithers, Terrell?” “Well, Ms. Schnabel, these zithers have always been at our store! It’s possible that when you visited last tim attention to them.”

time, you were too rushed to pay

“The headstock is rounded, the neck a bit short, the waist cinched–rich in sound. These aren’t Master Rainer’s creations.” Cradling the zither’s waist, Noella flipped the zither over to inspect the inscription on the bottom. There, stamped into the wood, was indeed Master Rainer’s personal seall

“Ms. Schnabel, the seal’s right there. We’ve checked it multiple times–it’s genuine.

Terrell was set in his mind that even if Noella knew something about zither construction, she couldn’t unravel the true origin of this instrument.

Near the tailpiece, there was a flamboyant signature–Sylvie.

Noella’s eyebrow arched just a fraction higher.

When did she ever craft this wither and leave her name on it? And that signature–it looked like it was scrawled by a foot.

“If you insist on playing tough, then let’s bring in the appraisers.”

crafted by masters fetched top price, and there were professional appraisers in the industry for such items. Terrell didn’t flinch. “Sure

all, he knew the appraisers–it was all

had

phone, Terrell dialed up his

kit and come to the music store. My boss insists on an appraisal for those zithers. She’s clueless about how the world works–thinks she’s some kind of expert. It’s laughable. I’ve been in the zither business for

Noella would never have gotten

restoration made them as good as new. A fresh coat of polish and they could sell for

a little smoke and mimors will do. Just a Schnabel, barely

could finish, the door suddenly burst open with a kick, revealing

here!” Ryder exclaimed in shock.

and the head of the appraisal firm

across Ryder’s face. “You’ve been with us for years, Ryder, and

by the gr

been overheard through the speakerphone by remarks about Noella

appraiser’s face was red

the door, including their disparaging

of the Schnabel family–just being Master Rainer’s acknowledged

cheek,

line,

10:56

Rainer snorted. “I was beginning to think your firm had lost its way. Take him away–hell fit

11l call the

in disbelief. “Galen, I’ve given thirty years to the center. Won’t you

professional. You took money to deceive customers. That’s

“I have people to see. I won’t linger here. Go

Master Rainer’s approval, quickly gathered his