SOPHIA’S POV
“So what do you have for me?” I asked.
My PI sat across from me, tapping a pen against his notepad like he was weighing whether to speak.
“Nothing tangible on Beverly yet,” he admitted. “But I managed to get the next location for that art piece you want.”
My pulse quickened. “And where’s that?”
“It will be at an aristocrat auction house tonight,” he said, sliding a folded paper across the table. “The Elysian Gala. It’s exclusive, only for the untouchable elite. It’s held once a year and this is the first time it’s being auctioned in New York.”
Of course. That explained the whispers and the sudden flurry of VIPs flying into the city.
“Who has it right now?” I asked.
“Count Rafael D’Este,” he replied smoothly. “Italian aristocrat. Collector, patron, predator—depends on w
