Books About Art Thieves Novels & Stories

She was wanted because no one understood why she stole it. She would bypass a room filled with diamonds to take a ledger, Ignore gold bars worth millions to steal a century-old photograph. Walk straight past a Rembrandt without so much as sparing it a glance, only to disappear with an architect’s notebook that nobody had catalogued in decades. Sometimes she would steal expensive painting only to return them two weeks later, Every investigator who’d chased her reached the same conclusion. The only conclusion they deem fit because to them a thief is still a thief. “So to them she’s greedy, greedy and cocky.”

Six Months Later It took many months to clean out all the artwork and find out where it should go. Some of it would never find its way back to its owners because they’d been stolen from collections that weren’t legal. These they sold. Others gained rewards for and such. By the time they were done, several museums profited, as did several private collectors.

Several guards came rushing to the storage house with one of the ministers. "No, no, no!" the minister yelled in despair as he watched the storage being eaten by fire. He was about to check on his collection but suddenly found his storage on fire. The weapons he tried so hard to collect in secret were inside the storage and if the fire was not put out immediately, they'd be damaged. Plus, it would be discovered since everyone thought that it was storage of woods, not illegally acquired weapons.

Back at the Food and Medicine Hall, business was still as good as usual. Without the troubles caused by Art Trading Corporation, there were more and more customers in the Food and Medicine Hall. Thomas calmly came to the lounge on the third floor, where Pisces, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs, had been waiting for a long time. “Commander, the latest actions of the Art Trading Corporation that you asked me to investigate have yielded results now.” “Say it.” “There will be an auction tomorrow, and the Art Trading Corporation is going to embezzle all of them. It will take all the goods by coercion and sell them to foreigners at an expensive price to earn the price difference.”

he said, chewing gum lazily. Evelyn's patience was already wearing thin. "Alright, what have you gathered so far?" "As of now… nothing." Silence. Evelyn exhaled slowly. This was going to be a long case. The robbery had happened three nights ago at an elite auction house. The thieves had walked away with over $10 million in rare artifacts and jewelry. No security footage. No forced entry. Too clean. Evelyn reviewed the files and frowned. Something wasn’t right. She flipped through photos, stopping at a grainy image from a nearby traffic cam.

With a sense of urgency, William embraced me in a tight grip, sighing as he wrapped his arms around me. "Lily, your recent encounter with Jean has been weighing on my mind lately. I had an uneasy feeling about Jean's behavior and actions, which led me to take matters into my own hands. I looked into his background. I couldn’t find much on my own so had to call in a favor but….” "What? Why?" I asked. "Lily, Jean Laurent is an infamous art thief who uses his relationships with artists to gain access to valuable works of art. He has a history of manipulating and taking advantage of their trust."

"Don't bother, Mr. Revelare. It won't make much difference either way. Having that authority would just be a nice bonus. But there is something I need you to look into quietly." "What is it?" Tobias lowered his voice. "If this isn't secure, let me get to my office." Aria kept her tone light. "Yeah, go to your office. We can't let anyone hear about this." Tobias made a sound of agreement. He hurried back to his office and locked the door. "Alright, Aria. Tell me." Aria frowned. "Remember those artifacts I mentioned? I just caught some guys transporting them. According to them, someone's pulling the strings. They're switching real artifacts with fakes in the museums while the originals get shi

"We believe that our connections and knowledge of the art world can help expand that aspect of your business as well." I leaned back in my chair, considering their words. They made a compelling argument, but I needed to know more. "What specifically do you bring to the table?" I asked. The clients exchanged a look before the first one spoke up again. "Well, for one, we have a vast network of contacts in the art world," he said. "We can help you source rare and valuable pieces, as well as connect you with collectors and buyers who would be interested in your current collections."

Soon, none of his business will belong to my world anyway. I turn my face to Thalia. "Do you know if there is any den in Bloodmoon Iron Hold that steals or trades old modern art scrolls?" Thalia finishes swallowing a bitter bottle of healer's juice, her face twisting up before she looks at my chair. "There are a million shady black-market caves like that around the borders, right? All sorts of rogue packs buying up old scrolls from the human lands and selling them through secret channels." She stops, her wolf ears twitching with confusion. "Why is your brain hunting for old paint?"

Violet swayed, and she caught herself on the edge of the table to stay upright. Her voice came out rough as she forced the words out. "Even if Mr. Neel really bought it, who would just leave something that valuable sitting on a desk? Riley, don't think you can trick me with a fake!" Piers let out a cold laugh. "Figures. Someone dealing in fakes wouldn't recognize the real thing." "Exactly!" Jim jumped in, eager to pile on. "Not everyone's like you, faking everything from your identity to your bags."