find it? Where’s it been all these years? Ann’s letting the world know about it and people are really talking. This auction’s going to be the biggest thing we’ve ever handled.”
“I can’t get into it right now, Vance,” Roark said, his voice fading. “Just trust me, it’s all good.”
“Wait a minute!” Vance called into the phone and heard nothing in reply. Either his brother had just hung up on him, or the connection had abruptly died.
He did trust Roark. But Waverly’s had a lot riding on the upcoming auction of the Rayas collection. They couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong.
Anything could go wrong. Vance wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and boots. Nothing against any of his suits, but if he had to sprint to Charlie’s side he wanted to be able to move fast and sure.
As it was, he didn’t like any of this. Yeah, it had been his idea, but now that it was happening, he really hated the thought of Charlie being out there on her own.
He stood half-hidden behind the edge of a building on Fifth Avenue. A shoe store, he thought, but didn’t really care. What he cared about was that he had a direct line of sight to Charlie, standing in front of the Coffee Spot. It was a popular enough coffee shop that the crowds were moving in and out constantly. Hard to keep an eye on her, but it would also be hard for the blackmailer to try anything dangerous. She was safe, surrounded by hundreds of strangers.
The summer sun was brutal in late afternoon, blasting down out of a clear blue sky. Traffic was piled up as always, and hordes of pedestrians leaped off the curbs and crossed the street whenever the hell they wanted to. Red lights meant nothing to New Yorkers.
Scowling, he lifted his binoculars and focused on Charlie’s face. She looked worried. And his insides twisted in response. He wasn’t sure how he’d developed this protective streak, but when it came to her and her son, it was ramped up beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
Charlie glanced around, let her gaze slide slowly over where she knew he was hiding and a small smile curved her mouth. Good. He didn’t want her scared. He wanted this to be over. And if he couldn’t be right beside her, then at least she felt better knowing he was close. It also helped to have one of the Waverly security guards in plainclothes, standing nearby.
When the man approached, Vance almost didn’t notice him for a second. He looked so nondescript. Ugly brown suit, bad black wig and ridiculously oversize glasses. Vance focused the binoculars on his new target and wished to hell he could read lips when the man started talking to Charlie.
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting across a table from Vance recounting what had happened.
“Everything went wrong,” Charlie complained over a latte and a doughnut.
“Not everything,” Vance argued with a frown. “You met him. Up close and personal.”
“And didn’t recognize him,” she pointed out. Taking a sip of her latte, she held the cup between both palms to ease the chill she still felt. He even had a weird voice. Like he was disguising it, too.
It had been scary, meeting the man who had been threatening her for weeks. But she also felt good about at last doing something proactive instead of simply hiding beneath her desk hoping it would all go away. Plus, knowing that Vance was just across the street with a pair of binoculars had helped a little. Now that the disastrous meeting was over, she and Vance were sitting in the Coffee Spot, comparing notes.
“Tell me again what he said.”
She shook her head and broke off a piece of her glazed doughnut. Rather than eating it, though, she crumbled it until it was doughnut dust on her plate. All around them, people talked or laughed, the espresso machine hissed and steamed and the clatter of plates and cups played background noise.
“He was furious that I wanted to meet,” Charlie said, remembering the man’s deep, scratchy voice and the rage that had driven him. “Really angry. I think I’ve stalled him as long as I can. He said he was through fooling around and that if I didn’t hand over the files by this weekend, he would go to Social Services and file a complaint about me.”
Grimly, Vance clenched his jaw tight enough to grind his teeth into powder. “I was sure one of us would recognize the bastard.” He took a drink of his coffee. “I can’t believe he wore that stupid disguise.”
“It was creepy. And not so stupid,” she added, “since it worked and kept both of us from knowing who he was.” Frowning, she admitted, “He did seem familiar, though. Something about him …”
“With that outfit he was wearing, it was no wonder neither of us recognized him,” Vance grumbled. “The glasses alone made his eyes almost impossible to see.”
True. The ultramagnified lenses had blurred and distorted the guy’s green eyes completely, and you could usually tell a lot about someone from his eyes. The only really distinctive thing about him was the bright red scar that ran from his forehead down to the left side of his jaw. The whole time they’d talked, Charlie’s gaze had fixed on that scar to the point of ignoring everything else.
“The scar—”
“Fake,” Vance muttered.
“What? Why?” she asked. “Why a scar?”
“To keep you from noticing anything else,” he explained. “And it worked. On me, too. I was too far away to be sure, but for a minute or two, I could have sworn I’d seen the guy before.” Disgusted, he blew out a breath. “The way he moved, stood. There was something there, as you said, familiar. Then he turned and all I saw was that scar. Smart, really, to use that to distract us. Plus, he disappeared into the lunch crowd so fast, our security guy missed him completely.”
Disappointment welled inside her and tangled up with the anxiety that seemed to be such a part of her these days. “So we’re no closer to knowing who he is.”
“Not yet.”
“So Jake is still at risk.” Now fear rose up and swamped her disappointment.
His gaze snapped to hers. “My gut tells me this isn’t really about you. Remember, all this started the day the newspaper article was published. I think this is about Waverly’s.”
“But they’re using Jake as leverage.”
“I told you, I won’t let anything happen to your son.”
Charlie nodded, but couldn’t keep the ache in her chest from showing in her eyes. Vance would do all he could—she believed that. But the truth was, she’d hoped that this would be over today. Instead, they were right back where they started.
The next few days were hectic at Waverly’s.
There were provenances to clear, appraisals to collect and a presale exhibition to arrange. With another, although smaller, less celebrated auction to take place in two weeks, Waverly’s would put the items to be included on public display after the weekend.
Open to everyone, the presale exhibition usually garnered a lot of good press and, right now, Waverly’s could use all it could get. Of course, most people only wanted to talk about the Gold Heart statue.
The papers were full of speculation. Every
