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I could have made a move then, but I was feeling sentimental. I wanted to see theShebaget her due. Mona Rae hadher paddle in the air when the hammer came down: £1.2 million. A new record for Anguissola, Koskela announced in a throaty purr. Mona Rae threw up her hands in victory and was immediately escorted out by a senior staff member to arrange payment and gloat over her win.
Everyone’s attention was focused on the auctioneer as the marquee painting—a sentimental Cassatt—was brought out. It was time. The chair next to Vance was open and I slipped into it.
“I’m glad theShebawent for so much,” I said conversationally. “A nice little bonus for the Museum. And it’s getting such a good home. I really think Mona Rae feels what Anguissola was going for.”
I gave him a sideways look, happy to see that he looked older than I’d expected. He hadn’t run to fat. There was no paunch underneath that Burberry. But the eyes had seen a lot. They were hard and flat as he flicked a glance in my direction.
“Hello, Vance.”
“Billie.”
I lifted the edge of the file out of my bag so he could see it. “I have a copy of the dossier you have on us. It’s bullshit, by the way. It accuses us of things we never did.”
“Oh, and where did you get this copy?” he asked. His mouth was twitching like he wanted to smile. It’s the sort of look a man gets when he’s got a winning hand at poker and can’t hide it for shit.
“I took it from Carapaz’s house,” I admitted.
“Presumably the night you killed him,” he replied.
“Well, okay. That looks bad, I’ll give you that much.”
He didn’t say anything, but he hadn’t shot me yet, so I figured that was a good sign.
“Vance, all we want is a chance to prove we’re innocent.”
He turned to me with a tight smile. “Innocent of what? Paar’s death? Carapaz’s?”
“There is an order out for us,” I said evenly. “We are just trying to stay alive.”
Suddenly, the smartwatch on his wrist chimed and he looked down. A text message scrolled by and he read it, smiled, then pulled his cuff down over his wrist.
“I appreciate your courage in coming in here like this. Truly. I expected some ridiculous, theatrical caper, and instead you’re taking what’s coming to you like a man.” He leaned closer and I could smell the strong menthol of Fisherman’s Friend on his breath.
“You starting a cold?” I asked. “If so, I’m going to need you to sit way back. And keep your germs to yourself. I really don’t want to catch anything.”
The smile tightened. “You don’t get it, do you? That message was from Benscombe. I have a team there and they’ve just taken the others. Whatever you thought you were doing here”—he paused and made a circle with his forefinger—“is over.”
I let my face fall as I turned away from him, staring straight ahead. He slid his hand under my elbow.
“Now, I’m going to get up and you’re coming with me. I have four associates in this room, so please know that if you decide to try anything stupid, you won’t make it out alive.”
I swallowed hard and forced myself to sound casual. “Where are we going?”
“Where else? Benscombe. I thought it would be nice for all of you to die together.”
“Shouldn’t you be twirling a mustache when you say shit like that? Maybe petting a fluffy white cat?”
His nostrils flared a tiny bit, the only show of annoyance he allowed himself.
“Relax,” I told him. “I see your goons.” I moved my gaze around the room, nodding to three people arranged at different vantage points. “Upstairs is Wendy Jeong. I haven’t seen her since Marrakesh. Nielssen is mingling in the crowd, dressed as a cater waiter. He just missed me in New Orleans, you know. And Carter Briggs is sitting two rows back, across the aisle. By the way, I think he just bid on some silhouettes and they’re way overvalued.”
“You missed one.”
“No, I didn’t. Eva Nowak, by the phone bank. Wearing knockoff Chanel and not even bothering to try to blend in. The bitch never did know how to dress, but then I’m not exactly winning any awards for my fashion sense. A little piece of advice for you, Vance—I can see every one of them is packing. You really should tell them to be more discreet.”
His hand tightened on my upper arm. “I know you don’t want to see any of these innocent art people get hurt. So let’s get up now, nice and easy.”
I did as I was told. He guided me through the crowd and out the front door. A luxury SUV with smoked glass was waiting at the curb a little way down the street, the motoridling. We stood outside as he searched me, running his hands through my pockets and a lot of other places, checking for weapons. As soon as we appeared, the foursome I had spotted were on our heels, opening doors and piling in. I got shoved to the back, where someone was already sitting, folded into the corner and taking up as little space as possible. A hand in my back shoved hard and I caught myself by grabbing on to the person in the shadows.
