In the summer of 2020, I opened Instagram to find a message from a friend of a long-ex boyfriend. A technician at a blue chip London commercial art gallery, I hadn’t heard from him in years. “Hi Nancy,” he said, “this is a bit weird but I think I might know where Inigo Philbrick is”.
I told him to call me. He never did. A couple of days later, I read in the paper that Philbrick, an art dealer who was wanted for wire fraud and aggravated identity theft in the US, was already in custody.
