Chris was good at two things: stealing art and lying about it. Tonight, he’d stolen a small, unassuming Monet from a private vault. The client was a shadowy collector who paid in untraceable crypto. The job was clean. Too clean.
“I’m not a cop, Chris.” She walked past him, running a single finger over the gilded frame of the Monet. “I’m the woman who hired you.” chris diamond miss lexa
Chris whistled low. “That’s not theft. That’s treason.” Chris was good at two things: stealing art