A body surfaces in a quiet Venetian canal at dawn.
The police call it an accident.
Julian Vale knows better.
When the dead man is identified as a respected art restorer, Vale uncovers a detail no one wants to the victim was days away from authenticating a priceless Renaissance painting. A painting already insured. Already sold. Already accepted as real.
The problem?
It isn’t.
As Vale digs deeper into Venice’s elite art circles, he discovers a sophisticated forgery network hiding in plain sight — protected by foundations, legitimized by insurers, and enforced by silence. Paintings aren’t stolen. They’re created. And anyone who threatens the illusion is erased.
With a private sale imminent and pressure closing in from every side, Vale must decide how far he’s willing to go to stop a lie that the market desperately wants to believe.
Because in the world of high art, authenticity is negotiable —
and truth is the most dangerous currency of all.
Perfect for readers of Daniel Silva, Steve Berry, and international conspiracy thrillers, The Venetian Forgery is a sleek, high-stakes novel of art, power, and the price of saying no.
Might be the most boring book I’ve read. Main character is a stick figure and after 300 pages, I was hoping that art forgers would get away with the forgery!