Jerrard's research on the local social scene had led him immediately to information about the Hellfire Club and its members. He knew the families that had been involved, some for decades, and the name Wyngarde jumped out at him right away. Brooke Wyngarde had been unsurprisingly easy to find in the press. The paparazzi loved a young, attractive socialite and miss Wyngarde fit the bill. Combined with the rather unexpected way he'd heard her name the night before, he was more than a little interested in meeting her.

He was pleased to spot her face amid the other party goers. A glitzy party and art installation was catnip to the kind of people he was looking for. His gamble paid off beautifully.

When she circled nearer his display, he sidled up to her and tipped a polite not of greeting. "Ms. Wyngarde. I'm so pleased to finally meet you in person. I've heard so much about you."