Chapter 125 Part 1: Aiden

The wooden frames of the canvasses click on the polished wooden table top. It sounds very loud, even though the room is huge. All dark wooden panels, and a real fancy ceiling. The carpet’s so thick you can’t hear your feet. I can’t hear Cavendish either, but he doesn’t have a pulse or need to breathe so I guess that makes silence easier for him. Makes it easier for hlm not to show a reaction either. No little gasp of breath or increase of heart rate.

I put the canvasses down as I planned them. The separate frames make one page. Together, they’re the size he asked for. Bigger, I guess, if he spaces them out. I used paint, but colored it like a printed comic, just dots of three colours and black, so you only see the image when you step back a bit. Comic-book pointilism. They call them Ben-Day Dots after the guy who invented the printing technique, but I’ve taken i