The Heist (The Final Part)

“It is you,” he said. I didn’t know what to do. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “Uh, yes sir,” I said. “I have a lot of respect for you, and if you could just let me explain—” “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” He peered at me. “You’ve been there recently, haven’t... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 7)

A few days after I returned from China we went for the big score. It was a quiet Wednesday morning at the Museum, perfect for stealing a painting. At our apartment we readied our popes, getting them into their papal robes then putting a large overcoat and hat on each of them. That way, their... 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 2)

I waited until the class finished then approached the undiscovered maestro. I explained to him I was going to steal a priceless piece of art and, unbeknownst to the gallery, replace it with a forgery. The plan was then to sell the original artwork for a fortune on the black market. I just needed someone... Continue Reading →

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