![]() Art of the Chase
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “It really is odd that Gustave went for this painting, isn’t it?” Fleur said. She closed her laptop and stretched her long frame out on the bed, allowing herself to relax into nostalgia despite herself. “It did occur to me.” The sound of a lighter flicking and Renata taking a drag off a cigarette followed. “It seems like something he’d take if he specifically wanted us to chase him, you know? It’s easy enough to find out that I have a particular relationship with Artemisia’s work.” “You’re saying it feels personal?” “I guess I am, yes. But didn’t it always with him?” Fleur and Renata had spent nearly a year chasing him all over Europe. Four thefts in that time, and each time the games grew more byzantine, more public. He had found in Fleur and Renata some sort of favorite adversaries and would often leave taunts aimed squarely at them. “I suppose it did. Like the typewritten note he sent after the Cezanne in Amersfoort?” “He complimented my jacket.” Renata sounded newly annoyed by it. “The cashmere Prada? It was beautiful.” “Of course it was, because I don’t wear shit. But it was very creepy, you know?” “Don’t worry. When we do catch him, I’ll rough him up a bit for you.” Renata chuckled again. “You would deny me the pleasure of doing it myself?” Fleur was still feeling a little loose from the wine. “Oh, forgive me. I would never want to deny you pleasure.” It slipped out sounding suggestive, and she hadn’t intended it to, but a stubborn little voice in her said Don’t you dare apologize. ![]()
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