By the time I came out of the bathroom, the students and gallery staff were packing up the paintings and the guests had gone. Reece and Ally were nowhere to be seen. I blew out a breath, unsure whether to be relieved that I didn't have to see his mocking smile again, or frustrated that I'd blown my chance of working with my target. There was also another emotion, simmering just below the others. One that I didn't want to acknowledge. Disappointment that I would never see him again, never have a chance to get as close to him as I had in the storeroom.
"I can't believe she brought him," said Cassie. She was speaking to Becky and a few other students as they worked to remove paintings from display. "Ally knows our history and what he's going to do, and yet she still brought him along."
"Who
