Kolar’s eyes swept the room, lingered on her, then moved on. Good. Underestimation was her sharpest knife.
The gallery opening in Vienna smelled of expensive wine and older money. Vera wore a champagne silk dress that whispered when she walked, her hair pinned in a severe twist that could double as a weapon. On the surface, she was just another collector admiring a dubious Caravaggio. In reality, she was waiting for a dead man’s watch to tick. Searching for- femaleagent Alexis Crystal in-Al...
The Velvet Dowry