“Tristan knew I was staying on the Upper East Side,” I said. “He knows my old habits. He set me up so you would eliminate me, clearing his path and distracting you from his own fraud.”

“That is a very convenient theory,” Arthur said, though his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Then let me prove it,” I said. “Let me give you Tristan on a platter.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“The Metropolitan Heritage Auction next week,” I said. “The gala is the biggest high-society event of the season. Tristan and Khloe are the main sponsors.”

Arthur watched me, his face a mask of calculated interest.

“Go on,” he murmured.

“I was hired as the lead PR coordinator for the event before Tristan stole my savings,” I said. “The committee hasn’t revoked my administrative access yet. I still control the media broadcast and the live-stream feed for the entire venue.”

“You want to use a charity auction to trap him?”

“Tristan is arrogant,” I said. “If I approach him under the guise of wanting to get back together, or offering him a way to bypass your security, he will talk. He loves to brag.”