This is an on going story that I started to post here about 3 months ago. I took a small break from posting anything for a while but Ronnie and her tangled web is back. She is currently using the fake name of Renee Taylor. There are other posts about Ronnie’s life on the run from her well connected ex who wants to kill her.
The 1150 Gallery is just down the street from the Pit. She saw a sign for a new exhibit opening so she stopped in to see if they were looking for a bartender for the event.
Shane, the gallery owner was with a customer when she walked in. Not wanting to interrupt them she made a hand gesture to indicate that she would just look around while he was busy. Art was not really her thing, some of the more abstract stuff looked like piles of garbage with crazy price tags on them. Arthur on the other hand was quite the art collector. She was never sure if he liked it or if someone told him that it was a good investment either way she didn’t care for any of the pieces that he had.
Wandering around the large space she found some interesting photos of the local area in a back corner, they were black and white which caught her eye because of the contrast to the bright colors of the other works hung on the walls. She recognized the front of the gallery and a few local landmarks in the photos. She didn’t notice that Shane had finished with the other person and was watching her.
“What do you think? The artist was trying to capture the feel of the locations, did they accomplish that?” He asked her
“I think so. The black and white makes the architecture of the buildings stand out. If that is what the artist was looking for then yes it worked.” She looked over at him. “You took these didn’t you?”
“How did you know that?”
“There is a reflection in this one it looks like you.” She pointed to the one near her.
“You caught me, I did take them. You are the first one to notice that. Is there something I can help you with? Are you in the market for some art?”
“No, I wanted to know if you were in need of a bartender for your opening? I saw the poster in the window on my way to work.”
“Where do you work?” he steps closer to where she is standing.
“I work at The Pit but I’m off the night of the opening and was looking for some extra cash. My mom always said it never hurts to ask, so I’m asking.”
“We are just having some wine, with crackers and cheese. If you would like to maintain that for me that night it would great. I can pay you $150, the event is from 7:00 to 11:00. Wear all black and comfy shoes.”
“I’m Renee” she extends her hand to him. “I will be here at 6:00 to set up”
“Nice to meet you Renee I am Shane” he firmly shook her hand. “I will see you then.”
That evening when Renee got there the large room that she had seen before was transformed; hundreds of bright umbrellas were suspended from the ceiling. Shane’s photos were gone.