Stolen art

~Chapter six~

We walked up, then the man who looked like he worked their held his hand up and told us we had to stay back.

" Ummm, sir? Do you think the owner of the museum is here? If you don't mind me asking." I asked very sheepishly. he nodded and walked away, a couple minutes later a woman came up to us, she looks more of a business women then anything else.

" Can I help you girls with anything?" She gave us a brief smile.

" Do you own the Montreal art museum?" I asked standing up.

"I am." She turned her head to me.

" May I interview you for our school paper?" I asked holding a pen and notepad. she nodded and asked us to fallow her into her office. I looked as I walked, so many vibrant colors and sculptures of wood and stone. I loved it here already! So many artists! I wish I could join them, but I was far from where they were. we finally walked in to her office and she asked us to take a seat in some chairs. They were old, almost antique like with the metal rivets and leather upholstery. They were quite nice. she entangled her fingers and placed her hands on the desk.

" So what kind of questions are you asking?" She asked.

" Just about the robbery, the stolen portrait." I say opening my note book. she looks down at her papers with raised eye brows.

" I wish I knew how to answer the questions you may ask." she shrugs her shoulders and crossed her legs.

" Ummmm, is their any information you could give us so far? Like some things you may have found?" I asked sheepishly with a hint of curiosity.

"This is for school? Right?" She looked at us with questionable eyes.

" Absolutely." I assure her and show her my high school journalism pass. she nods and leans back in her chair.

" Well, all we know is that a man a teen maybe could have broken in and had escaped as quick as he did. Especially how it was planned, we have tapes that still needed to be viewed and nothing is official. all we have is some fibers that were left and a weak lead. As I said before nothing is official, but every thing will be questioned." I write down what she said and tried to keep up. she cleared her throat.

" You shouldn't  be like those blood sucking reporters, most of them are complete asses. please excuse my language, and please don't write that down." I smiled.

" I won't don't worry, and actually I'm more interested in art then anything else." she smiled back and nodded in approval.

" Sadly that is all I can give you." she stood up and showed us the door. we said our good bye's and thanks for your time. and she walked us out, before we officially left the building she pulled me aside.

" I'd like to see some of your work, you may never know it could be worth something some day." she opened the door for us and she waved us on our way. we walk down the steps, and walked a cupel of blocks and notice a guy was fallowing us, and catching up. we walk faster and he starts running at us he tries to take my note book.

" Give it here!!! I need it!" He pulls harder but I don't let go.

" Hey! Kreep!" Angela shoves him, and the book slides out of my hand. I try to get it back but he shoves me away.

" To hell you didn't do that to her!" she puts one of her heavy combat boots on his chest and takes the book from him. she opens it and then gives it back to me.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She yells at him, he finally moves her foot and gets away.

"You better run! Maybe grow some!" Angela turns to me. "What the hell is wrong with people now a days mugging for a notebook." I looked at her.

" And your to nice! I mean you didn't budge, but still." She smiles " you didn't do to bad." She puts her hands on her hips."  Well come on let's go, to get ready for the best time of your life!" She started running. I lifted one eye brow in dissbelief, but-.......

" Hey wait up!" I yelled and chased after her as my curiosity took over.