Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting

Rembrandt Christ In The Storm paintingJose Royo Momento de Paz paintingJose Royo Azul Mediterraneo painting
colleague at the university. But Reynerd hadn’t written that part yet. He’d just completed the scene featuring the was Mina, and she was shot once in the right foot and then beaten to death with a marble-and-Reynerd’s murder?” Ethan wondered. “Anyone I know?”“Sam Kesselman.”Sam had been a detective with Robbery/Homicide when Ethan still carried a badge.“What’s he make of the screenplay?”Hazard shrugged. “He hasn’t heard about it yet. They probably won’t drop a Xerox on him till tomorrow.”“He’s a good man. He’ll be all over it.”“Maybe not fast enough for you,” Hazard predicted.At the front of the church, teased by a draft, votive-candle flames squirmed in ruby bronze lamp. In the script, her name’s Rena, and she’s stabbed repeatedly, beheaded, dismembered, and incinerated in a furnace.”Ethan winced. “Sounds like his mom’s days were numbered whether or not Reynerd ever met the professor.”They were silent. The well-insulated church roof lay so far overhead that the storm’s voice was barely audible, less like the drumming of rain than like the whispery wings of some hovering flock.“So,” Hazard eventually said, “even with Reynerd dead, maybe Chan the Man had better be looking over his shoulder. The professor—or whatever he out there somewhere.”“Who’s working Mina