: Chapter 14
KING: Alliance Series Book Two
Only child. Parents still married and living together in Florida, but no records of any phone calls or texts between them and Savannah in the last six months. I click back to last yearâs phone logs and find a five-minute call on Christmas day.
Huh. Certainly not close.
The cousin with the kids also has no phone contact with Savannah, but theyâre friends on Facebook, and a few clicks tells me they interact with each otherâs posts regularly. So not close, but not estranged.
I follow the trail from Savannahâs Facebook profile to her Instagram, which has a link to another account in the bio PaintsBySavannah.
I click on it.
Twenty minutes have passed and Iâm still scrolling through her posts. Pausing on each one.
Iâd seen her tax return for the business, but I hadnât realizedâ¦
Sheâs fucking amazing.
Her talent is carved into each painting. The rawness of it right there for everyone to see.
The thick oil paints act like clay on her canvas. The texture lays in stark contrast to the smooth colors. And the styleâ¦
I scroll to the next one.
The style is almost graffiti in nature. But itâs not done with a spray can. So, the ones that showcase drips⦠Itâs all deliberate. Purposeful. Brilliant.
And the colorsâ¦
It seems like she works in series. A whole set of paintings all about the same subject matter. Then you scroll through the images and it changes to a different subject matter.
The most recent collection were paintings of Michelangeloâs David. A dozen variations. Some just in shades of gray. Some in nothing but neon. One in green and purple and a white so bright it almost glows. And it all works. Each one on its own. And then all of them together as a collection.
The series before that was of ladybugs. Before that was dog collars. Before that, light bulbs, then skullsâ¦
Theyâre beautifully unique. Simple, but I could stare at one for hours.
And they make me that much more curious about the woman currently locked in my bedroom.