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closing. It’s so distressing when a small business just closes the doors without giving any indication to their clients. As your father’s daughter, I am not surprised that you want to close it in an orderly manner.”
    â€œThanks. I’m so glad you understand. I’m evaluating the offers, but in the meantime, I’m trying to clear up the works in progress. Your name is listed in his order book. It says Last Supper Panel Eight, then there’s a dash followed by the word Splendor .”
    â€œNo, no. That’s a mistake.”
    Savannah picked up the pad. “Oh, maybe I have an old order pad.” She squinted closer at the date. “The order was placed two months ago.”
    â€œI’m sorry. We do have an open account with Webb’s since we have so many windows, but I don’t recall any recent repair orders.”
    â€œThere must be a mistake, because it’s—”
    â€œNo.” His chuckle turned into a smothered cough. “No, Savannah. How silly of me to mislead you. It’s not a repair. It’s part of the duplication project for our most vulnerable panels. There was a fierce competition from Frank Lattimer for the contract, but Mr. Webb won over the committee as he is an excellent craftsman.”
    â€œI thought it was a repair.”
    â€œYour dad repaired and maintained our panels for many years. In fact, he was training his apprentice to take over some of the maintenance. The mistake is that he is duplicating panel three, not panel eight. Panel eight won’t be duplicated for several years down the road. I’m sorry about what has happened. I would like to encourage you to participate in bereavement counseling. Just call for an appointment. I hate to rush, but I must go now. ”
    â€œBut—” Savannah heard a soft click followed by the dial tone.
    Well that explains why Frank wanted to finalize the purchase so quickly. He wanted the duplication job. His wish may well be granted. She looked at the order pad again turning it around to look at it from several angles. The panel number could be either a sketchy eight or a sloppy three.
    She pulled at her hair with both hands. What was going on? There’s no way both Hugh and Dad could accidentally die within a week of each other. No way.
    She went into her dad’s custom workshop and automatically stared at the section of floor where Hugh had been. There was still a sour smell. It hit the back of her throat with a stomach-churning threat.
    She walked back to the office and opened the storage cupboard. She grabbed a spray bottle of cleaner and a torn strip of T-shirt to use as a rag.
    Back in the custom workshop, she sprayed and scoured the area with enough vigor to make the room smell like a pine forest. She got back to her feet satisfied with her efforts and tossed the rag in the trash.
    She stowed the cleaner back in the storage cupboard in the office and returned to the custom workshop, staring at the large double-sized worktable. She lifted the corner of the sheet of white cotton that completely covered the large panel.
    She hesitated. Why didn’t he tell me about this?
    She pulled the sheet completely away from the project. It was the central panel of The Last Supper . It was nearly complete, but Jesus had no face.

Chapter 3
    Monday Afternoon
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    L eaning over the large stained glass panel, Savannah reached up and switched on the overhead work lamp. Its beam focused on Christ’s missing face.
    After folding the sheet into a tidy square to store under the table, she found several smaller areas in the panel that were missing, as well. From the look of it, the pieces were areas of the panel that were hand painted, then fired repeatedly in a kiln to achieve a three-dimensional illustration effect.
    What was Hugh working on in here?
    She leaned down to peer at the craftsmanship and admired the clean lines of the design, the perfect color choices. She ran her finger