Chapter 6

Ames walked back into the room to see Peter chatting with Collin Ways. She walked up to the men and slipped her arm around Peter's waist. Peter introduced her to Collin and she joined the discussion of antiques. Midway in their talk, Ames moved from Peter towards Collin, patting his back when he joked about something. Her hands lingered on Collin's coat until she quietly slipped out his cell phone from his pocket. She placed it in her purse, and continued chatting. Shortly thereafter she excused herself and rushed to the women's room. There she spoke to Winston, getting instructions on how to place the bug inside the cellphone.

Ames went back into the room to find no signs of Peter or Collin. Confused, she looked around frantically for them. She finally spotted Peter talking to a couple. But no sign of Collin!

"Winston, I have a problem here. I have lost Collin. I see Peter now, maybe he will know where Collin went, but the cell phone is still with me."

Winston sighed, "Look here Ames, don't be saying anything to Peter. He does not need to know anything about us tapping Collin's phone. Maybe I'll send Guerrero up there, he can help out."

"No, no, I can ask Peter where Collin went without telling him anything; I can manage on my own!" protested Ames.

"Well, I will send him anyway. It's not like he is busy or anything!" retorted Winston.

Ames walked up to Peter and managed to grab his attention. "I forgot to ask Collin the name of an art store, do you know where he went?"

"Some of his business partners are also here tonight. He is in the next room sharing a drink with them," Peter informed her.

Guerrero walked purposefully into the north-wing of the museum. He wasn't too thrilled about the sudden change of plans - Winston sending him off inside the building to help Ames, and then to finish Chance's incomplete work in the east-wing.

The party was in the second floor. He walked into a room in the first floor that was a makeshift kitchen for the party. He snatched a serving-apron from a chair, donned it, and marched on further towards where the hors d'oeuvres were being arranged on trays. There was just one man there, looking down, drying off some wine glasses with a towel. Guerrero hurried past him, tripping him in the process. The man fell face down with glass shattering everywhere. As he got busy in the cleanup, Guerrero picked up a tray of hors d'oeuvres and ran up the stairs to the party room.

Guerrero walked into the room looking around for Ames. She was standing by a display table alone, pretending to admire the exhibit. Walking up to her, he asked expressionlessly, "Care for some tofu, chicken or fish?"

Ames dropped the cell phone on the tray and picked up a piece of chicken. Guerrero picked the phone up and followed Ames's fingers on the table - she pointed to where Collins was chatting with a group of men.

Guerrero watched the group for a few minutes as they helped themselves to some food from a tray. As the server got ready to move on to the next group Guerrero walked up there. "Dude, the lady there wants some of the sausage on your tray," he told the server. As the man picked up his tray to move towards Ames, Guerrero gently stuck his foot out and tripped him slightly, so that a few pieces of food fell on the ground and on Collin's coat. During the ensuing fuss, Guerrero slipped the phone into Collin's jacket and walked off.

"Okay Guerrero now get to the east-wing, room 208 needs monitoring. It is an empty office room," Winston relayed.

"On it, dude," said Guerrero as he walked out of the south-wing of the building and picked up a messenger-bag he had left behind a trash can near the entrance door. Adjusting it across his shoulder, he walked to the east-wing. The guard at the door stopped him.

"I have to check the network connections in the office wing. Peter just called me. Room 206. It's an emergency, man. I am the after-hours help."

Guerrero entered room 206, removed a couple of the ceiling tiles, hoisted himself into the attic space, and crawled his way into room 208. He dropped a camera down from the ceiling.

"Winston, getting the image from this?" he checked.

"Yes, I can see the door clearly on my screen," answered Winston. "Get out of there. Now, if we can get hold of Chance, you can help him with the business in the first floor."