The Curse of Gary (Part 30)

He stepped alongside the wall to his right, turning his head every few steps to check the painting. Once he reached the mirror, he crouched down on his hands and feet and scurried monkey style past the fireplace, beneath the mirror. The chair leg clunked against the floor each time he set down his right... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 29)

Victor stood and went over to the window. The floor in the corner was stained and rotting. "I guess this is the spot he was talking about," he said. "That explains the smell." He rubbed his eyes and stretched, then checked his wristwatch. "An hour 'til midnight. I suppose I'm sleeping here tonight." He crossed... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 12)

Victor remained still for several minutes, though his mind was racing. The closest door was along the wall to his left, just a few metres away. He could make it out in a flash, provided it was unlocked. As he pried himself delicately from the fireplace he knocked a log loose and it rolled and... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 11)

Victor went and sat in one of the armchairs. He stretched out his legs and loosened his tie. He took his phone from his hip pocket: if he couldn't open the front door from the inside, then maybe someone could come and open it from the outside. Trying the number for his motel, he heard... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 10)

Victor set one foot on the threshold and leaned into the thick, silent darkness that laid beyond. "Hello?" he said. Not a sound replied. Victor stepped into the doorway. "Hello," he called. "My name is Victor Furbank, of Furbank's Fine Metronomes. I saw the light on upstairs... Is anyone there?" He peered into the black... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 6)

The Museum of Modern Art, like most museums, employed state of the art security measures. But like most museums it also had a weakness for tradition, and there was one particular tradition that Rory and I could exploit. The Dead Pontiff Protocol dates back a good two hundred years or so, and though the exact... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 5)

Rory woke up around seven and came in to examine the previous day’s work. With unbridled excitement I explained that he had just replicated a van Gogh painting—a ridiculously expensive van Gogh painting! Rory was unmoved by this, and only wanted to know if he could still paint a portrait of Gus Logie over the... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 4)

"Hey man," I said. "Taking a break?" "Oh, no," he replied. "It's done." "Seriously?" "Yeah," he said, getting up from the couch. "Let me show you." He led me into his workroom and showed me what he had produced. "I give you… Family Picnic by the Bay," he said with great satisfaction. I took one... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 3)

We rented a small flat in the city. It was close enough to the state art gallery that I could go there daily to study the kind of security measures we would be up against for the heist, and it allowed Rory a place to work without distraction or intrusion. At the end of our... Continue Reading →

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