Even for abstract art, it seemed obtuse, just a few black squiggles
on a white background. And yet, it was the most secure, most guarded work in
her mansion.
Thus, it was reasoned by my associates, there must be
something extremely valuable either behind it or, more likely, inside the
frame.
I was sceptical, but they were right about the Finley score,
so I went along with it. Fifteen weeks of planning, all for a heist that was
over in thirty-seven seconds.
Upon breaking open the frame, they were disappointed.
I guess they didn’t know about the daughter dying young…
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