Chapter 97: Jennifer

Sunday. Fine Art Gallery. London, UK.

JENNIFER PRESSED HER HAND to the bodice of her dress and glanced over her shoulder at the driver of the car who'd picked her up. He was busy securing the garage which gave her this last, precious moment alone.

Ivy and Lumen had somehow fit the thumb drive adaptor, a cord, and the thumb drive into her already uncomfortable bra.

She didn't think Uwe would require a strip search, but Bain might. Luckily for her so far, Uwe didn't appear to be inclined to let anyone else order her around. And why would he? One evening could potentially yield one-point-five million if these coins were sold at the current projected value. As long as she was valuable to Uwe, she hoped she'd still be under his direct protection.

Though, if this plan worked, she might not be here very long.

Her heart ached.