My phone flashed a silent alert: *Perimeter Breach: West Entrance.* I was in the soundproofed control room beside the main studio, watching the night-vision feeds. Elena had taken the door I expected.
On screen, Elena's designer dress was torn and her hair hung across her face. Two heavy men followed her between the display stands.
She grabbed a bronze bust in both arms and raised it over the restored Titian.
“If I can't have him,” she screamed through the microphone, “then you can't have *this*!”
I pressed the red button on the console.
Reinforced bulletproof glass dropped from the ceiling and sealed the main gallery. The bronze bust hit the glass with a dull clang and bounced onto the floor.
Elena spun around and tried the doors. They did not move.
I switched on the intercom.
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