Stolen Hearts.
The Heist o
ime echoed through the Metropolitan Museum of Art. With a
lay. Holding it up to the light, a voice murmured, "Hmm... an authentic Mississippian
$30 million?" A skeptical v
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the artifact t
t it, raising an eyebrow a
serene smile, bright eyes sparkling with mischief and intelligence. She exuded an aura of effortless cool, elegant yet c
de said, tucking the artifact into her jacket. "To
arling. Meeting us makes it worthless. It's only valuab
ile. As master thieves,
celess treasures, shrugging. "Lucky for them we
could probably buy Delaware. Hence the state-of-the-art security system and ubiquitous camer
the blonde by the d
tically an eternity." Skye
lanced back at the silent gallery, a radiant smile playing on her lips. She tapped the touch panel by
rewell ceremony," Skye l
cherry-red Ferrari convertible, t
ily scoffed, toying with the
le her hair. "Darling, is there any
pe the Liberty Be
grew serious. "Since we're r
tically. "Whatever
unting with a promise to keep in touch. Skye watch
h the window of a passing black Cadillac. For a moment, Skye'
house, two well-dressed men exa
nt," the older man grinned. "
ive on Interpol's most wante
es as they discussed how to "clip the wi
ed them. "Sir, a
ontents. "Excellent. Perhaps it's time to ensur
s the man found a note in the package.
unt. Consider all debts paid in fu
rumpling the note. "They think they can