By the time the private jet landed at Teterboro Airport in New York, the winter storm had coated the city in a thick layer of black ice.

Daniel Sterling sat in the back of his armored Escalade, staring out the window at the bleak, gray skyline.

He hadn't slept in se

The global art community had not seen a frenzy like this in half a century.

From Paris to London, Tokyo to New York, the whispers had grown into a deafening roar.

L'Ombre, the elusive "Shadow" of Montmartre whose identity remained shrouded in absolute secrecy, was leavi

The wheels of Alistair Vance’s Gulfstream touched the wet runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport shortly after sunset.

Freezing rain covered the tarmac, transforming the terminal lights into trembling reflections of blue and gold.

Evelyn sat beside the window.

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