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      ‘How?’

      Michel gave her a thin-lipped smile. ‘Tannous.’

      ‘Tannous?’ She stared at him, disbelieving, her jaw dropping before she thought to snap it shut. ‘Balkri Tannous?’ Immoral—or perhaps amoral—businessman, and thought to be an obsessive art collector. No one knew what his art collection contained, or if it even existed. No one had ever seen it or even spoke of it. And yet the rumours flew every time a museum experienced a theft: a Klimt disappeared from a gallery in Boston, a Monet from the Louvre. Shocking, inexplicable, and yet the name Tannous was always darkly whispered around such heists. ‘Wait,’ Grace said slowly. ‘Isn’t he dead?’

      ‘He died last week in a helicopter crash,’ Michel confirmed. ‘Suspicious, apparently. His son is making the enquiry.’

      ‘I thought his son died in the crash.’

      ‘His other son.’

      Grace was silent. She had not known there was another son. ‘Do you think he wants to sell the collection?’ she finally asked.

      ‘I’m not sure what he wants.’ Michel moved to his desk, where a file folder lay open. He flipped through a few papers; Grace saw some scrawled notes about various heists. Tannous suspected behind every one, though no one could prove it.

      ‘If he wanted to sell on the black market, he wouldn’t have come to us.’ There were plenty of shady appraisers who dealt in stolen goods and Axis was most assuredly not one of them.

      ‘No,’ Michel agreed thoughtfully. ‘I do not think he intends to sell the collection on the black market.’

      ‘You think he’s going to donate it?’ Grace heard the disbelief in her voice. ‘The whole collection could be worth millions. Maybe even a billion dollars.’

      ‘I don’t think he needs money.’

      ‘It doesn’t have to be about need.’ Michel just cocked his head, his lips curving in a half-smile. ‘Who is he? I didn’t even know Tannous had a second son.’

      ‘You wouldn’t. He left the Tannous fold when he was only twenty-one, after graduating from Cambridge with a First in mathematics. Started his own IT business in the States, and never looked back.’

      ‘And his business in the U.S.? It’s legitimate?’

      ‘It appears to be.’ He paused. ‘The request is fairly urgent. He wishes the collection to be dealt with as soon as possible.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘I can certainly appreciate why an honest businessman would want to legally off-load a whole lot of stolen art quite quickly.’

      ‘If he is honest.’

      Michel shook his head, although there was a flicker of sympathy in his shrewd grey eyes. ‘Cynicism doesn’t suit you, Grace.’

      ‘Neither did innocence.’ She turned away, her mind roiling from Michel’s revelations.

      ‘You know you want to see what’s in that vault,’ Michel said softly.

      Grace didn’t answer for a moment. She couldn’t deny the fact that she was curious, but she’d experienced and suffered too much not to hesitate. Resist. Temptation came in too many forms. ‘He could just turn it all over to the police.’

      ‘He might do so, after it’s been appraised.’

      ‘If it’s a large collection, an appraisal could take months.’

      ‘A proper one,’ Michel agreed. ‘But I believe he simply wants an experienced eye cast over the collection. It will have to be moved eventually.’

      She shook her head. ‘I don’t like it. You don’t know anything about this man.’

      ‘I trust him,’ Michel said simply. ‘And I trust the fact that he went to the most legitimate source he could for appraisal.’

      Grace said nothing. She didn’t trust this Tannous man; of course she didn’t. She didn’t trust men full stop, and especially not wealthy and possibly corrupt tycoons. ‘In any case,’ Michel continued in that same mild tone, ‘he wants the appraiser to fly to Alhaja Island—tonight.’

      ‘Tonight?’ Grace stared at her boss, mentor and onetime saviour. ‘Why the rush?’

      ‘Why not? I told you, holding onto all that art has to be an unappealing prospect. People are easily tempted.’

      ‘I know,’ Grace said softly, and regret flashed briefly in Michel’s eyes.

      ‘I didn’t mean—’

      ‘I know,’ she said again, then shook her head. That brief flare of curiosity died out by decision. ‘It’s not something I can be involved with, Michel.’ She took a deep breath, felt it sear her lungs. ‘You know how careful I have to be.’

      His eyes narrowed, mouth thinning. ‘How long are you going to live your life enslaved to that—?’

      ‘As long as I have to.’ She turned away, not wanting Michel to see her expression, the pain she still couldn’t hide, not even after four years. She was known by her colleagues to be cool, emotionless even, but it was no more than a carefully managed mask. Just thinking about Katerina made tears rise to her eyes and her soul twist inside her.

      ‘Oh, chérie.’ Michel sighed and glanced again at the file. ‘I think this could be good for you.’

      ‘Good for me—’

      ‘Yes. You’ve been living your life like a church mouse, or a nun, I don’t know which. Perhaps both.’

      ‘Interesting analogies,’ Grace said with a small smile. ‘But I need to live a quiet life. You know that.’

      ‘I know that you are my most experienced appraiser of Renaissance art, and I need you to fly to Alhaja Island—tonight.’

      She turned to stare at him, saw the iron in his eyes. He wasn’t going to back down. ‘I can’t—’

      ‘You can, and you will. I might have been your father’s oldest friend, but I am also your employer. I don’t do favours, Grace. Not for you. Not for anyone.’

      She knew that wasn’t true. He’d done her a huge favour four years ago, when she’d been desperate and dying inside. When he’d offered her a job at Axis he had, in his own way, given her life again—or as much life as she could have, given her circumstances. ‘You could go yourself,’ she pointed out.

      ‘I don’t have the knowledge of that period that you do.’

      ‘Michel—’

      ‘I mean it, Grace.’

      She swallowed. She could feel her heart beating inside her far too hard. ‘If Loukas finds out—’

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