The McQueen Gallery halls had been transformed into something approaching paradise. Light landed warmly across walls lined with Victor's most provocative pieces, while servers in crisp black uniforms weaved through crowds of Crestmont's elite carrying expensive assortment of wine and champagne. The air hummed with the energy that came when serious money gathered in the same room as serious art.

Victoria stood near the entrance, greeting guests as they came in with a warm smile, her eyes ...