Theft - Grand

“What did you do?” Viktor whispered.

“Then what do you want?”

He had spent fifteen years dreaming of grand theft. And now he had stolen something that was never worth stealing in the first place. grand theft

“The Duchessa will be in Venice for the Biennale. The palazzo will be staffed by three night guards, one day manager, and a rotating security team from a private firm called Salvatore & Sons. They are competent but lazy. They play cards on the night shift.” “What did you do

“It’s not the Caravaggio.”