A night with him.

...

Renard started to climb out of the car when he noticed Anderson walking out of the gallery, Katherine in his arms, unconscious. He relaxed back into the seat and watched as they got into the car and it drove off.

Without a word, he hopped down the car and head into the gallery.

Getting to the entrance of her office, he noticed the broken door and Quinn seated in her office looking discombobulated.

"Hello, Quinn?" Renard walked in uninvited and she gave him an unwelcomed look.

"Excuse me, who let you in?"

Renard took a seat opposite her, "who let me into an art gallery?" He arched a brow at her.

"Who let you in my office?"

"Oh that," Renard sat up, "I bet you don't know me, but I do know you--

Quinn started to grab her telephone but Renard beat her to it, taking it away from her reach. "Don't bother calling security, I'm just here to ask a few questions and possibly strike a deal with your gallery. How would you like to be a shareholder in Horatio's--

"Who are you?"

"I'm Re