Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

talking to my cousin’s former assistant.”

“Gerald’s assistant?” I asked.

“She remembers the archive transfer in two thousand and eleven,” Frank said. “She says Arthur didn’t deliver everything.”

“What did he keep?” I asked.

“There is a storage locker in Ballard under his name,” Frank said. “The monthly rent is paid through next spring.”