Not long afterward, Daisy found herself under official investigation by the Pollock Prize committee.
The reason was simple, plagiarism.
She had stolen several unpublished sketches from the studio Gavin had provided for me years ago.
After making minor changes, she'd submitted them under her own name to an international exhibition.
Unfortunately for her, I'd already registered the copyrights. And every original sketch carried identifying marks unique to my work.
When the police arrested Daisy in Paris, she was still screaming Gavin's name.
Two female officers held her firmly by the arms. She fought desperately. One high heel flew off. Her hair whipped wildly through the air.
Pedestrians stopped to record everything on their phones.
Above them, a giant electronic billboard flashed br
