(At the Museum Later the next day.)
"And now Mr. Crown has given us a piece from his own collection. A beautiful renoir Ladies and gentleman. Not to mention personally apprehending one of the suspects for the monet."
Erik walked up and stood at the podium.
"Well I'm glad I could help out, now I'll do what any man at these events does wave my arms and shriek for help."
As the crowd laughed and dispersed a gorgeous brunette in a tight lace gown strolled up to Erik and stopped by his side.
"It's very impressive."
Erik glanced over at her.
"It seemed the right size for the space."
She smirked at him.
"Or maybe you were bored with it," she said as she stepped over to the makeshift bar set up in there.
Erik slowly paced over to her, studying her face.
"Have we met before?"
"No, I'm christine."
The man behind the bar came up to them and asked them what they would have.
"Uhm," christine started,"I'll have a Gin and Tonic and he'll have a vodka rocks with a twist."
Erik looked bemused.
"How did you know?"
Christine slowly lifted her glass up to take a sip.
"I've been reading about you...in a file."
"oh really? "
"I'm in the art world."
Erik lifted his left eyebrow. "Are You a gallery owner?"
Christine locked eyes with him.
"...closer to insurance."
The corners of Erik's lips slowly lifted up.
"I'm covered."
"Not for this..."
Christine leaned in a little, invading his personal space.
"...the painting, the Monet..."
She leaned in a little closer.
"You didn't think they'd simply write a check for 100 million dollars did you?"
Erik mulled this over in his head a little bit.
"So you...?"
"I get them things...with this much money invovled it's usually someone's head."
"Who's head this time?"
"Yours,...Good Evening Mr. Crown."
Christine walked out of the display room and over to get her Mink cover up. Erik trailed out after her.
"So...You're trying to say I had something to do with the painting?"
Christine raised her delicately arched eyebrows.
"Trying?..no I wouldn't call it an attempt."
Erik paced along side her as they walked towards the door.
"So what's your take?"
"10"
"Ah," Erik realized, "You're a bounty hunter."
"If you like."
They reached the doors and paused.
"Always get your man?"
"Always," Christine murmered.
Erik leaned in towards her.
"Think you'll get me," he whipsered, mere inches from her lips.
"Oh, I hope so," she said as she turned and pushed the door open to the chilly December night.
Erik followed her down the steps.
"Can I drop you somewhere?"
"No I have a Car here," Christine said as she stepped to her black town sedan.
Erik leaned in by her window, "Then tomorrow, Dinner?"
Christine looked up at him.
"You're on."
Erik smirked down at her.
"Let's make it early then, I've got a stop to make first."