he dim light of the bookstore barely illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced arou

," he said, his voice low but urgent. "The l

list instincts kicking in. "What do we k

e collector known as Henri Dufresne. He's a slippery character-part art dealer, part criminal. H

ration creeping into her to

he's hosting tomorrow night. It's a private event for high-profile collectors and s

not just for a story but to unravel the mystery that had s

rk. "You'll have to look the part of a wealthy

excitement and anxiety. The stakes were high, and she was diving headfir