They were already moving the art.

“Lena,” I said, holding out the phone so she could see the screen.

“Look at this.”

trust you?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“If you tell the truth,” I said.

Lena stood up and closed her tablet, sliding it into her leather bag.

“We need to move quickly, Nora,” Lena said, turning to me. “He is going to try to liquidate whatever he can reach before the banks freeze the accounts tomorrow morning.”

“I saw him looking at the paintings,” I said. “He knows the gallery collection is the only thing not tied up in the hospitality group’s active bankruptcy.”

“He will contact his buyer in Zurich tonight,” Lena said.

Just then, the screen of my phone on the table lit up.

It was an alert from the Darrow House security system, indicating a motion sensor had been triggered in the West Gallery upstairs.

I picked up the phone and looked at the live feed.

The camera showed the door to the gallery opening, but it was not Grant who entered.