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Chapter 14 - Genevieve's Mentor

 

 

Dr. Alice Kerr was respected enough that museums asked her opinion before buying difficult works.

She had written two provenance letters for paintings Evelyn sold to Vance Heritage.

Both letters were false.

Genevieve refused to believe it at first.

I recognized the impulse.

Then she laughed bitterly.

"Great. Now it's my turn."

Alice met investigators voluntarily.

She admitted writing the letters.

Her reason was not money.

Sebastian had photographs showing her adult son buying stolen prescription drugs.

He threatened to send them to the university and police.

Alice panicked.

She wrote the first letter.

Then Sebastian demanded another.

The son eventually entered treatment on his own.

Alice still stayed silent.

Genevieve sat in Priya's conference room after reading the statement.

"I would have told anyone else she was responsible."

"She is," I said.

"I know."

"And she was blackmailed."

"I know."

"Both."

Genevieve looked at me.

"I hate when you learn my lines."

I smiled.

Alice lost her museum position and professional committee roles. Prosecutors charged her with false statements and conspiracy-related conduct, then offered a reduced resolution because of cooperation and the coercion evidence.

Genevieve did not campaign for punishment.

She did not ask the museum to forgive Alice either.

That was not her job.

The art world began treating the Vance case as a cautionary story about celebrity collectors.

A magazine asked me for an interview titled THE BILLIONAIRE WHO BOUGHT A FAKE HISTORY.

I declined.

I was a multimillionaire, not a billionaire, and the headline was too pleased with itself.

Priya said, "That is the most offended I've seen you."

"Accuracy matters."

"Genevieve has ruined you."

"Improved."

The federal case finally produced charges against Sebastian and Evelyn for conspiracy to transport and sell stolen art, wire fraud tied to specific sales, and related records offenses.

Evelyn's cooperation reduced her exposure.

Sebastian's did not.

At the plea hearing, Evelyn looked different.

No ivory lace.

No perfect hair.

Plain navy suit.

She admitted that she knew at least four works had defective ownership histories and helped create records that made later buyers believe otherwise.

She admitted targeting Vance Heritage as a laundering point for provenance.

Then the judge asked whether she entered a romantic relationship with me as part of the fraud.

Evelyn paused.

"Not at first."

The courtroom went still.

She explained that Sebastian encouraged her to become personally indispensable to me.

The affair began after that.

"Did you continue the relationship to advance the scheme?"

"Yes."

"Did you also love him?"

Her lawyer objected to relevance.

The judge agreed.

I was grateful.

Some questions did not belong to law.

Outside court, reporters shouted whether I felt betrayed.

I said only:

"My daughter was assaulted. Several owners lost property. Those facts matter more than my embarrassment."

For once, I meant it.

Then Genevieve touched my arm.

"That was almost mature."

"Almost?"

"Don't get excited."

We walked away together.

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