Novel & Cerita Books About Art Thieves

Beautiful iridescent murals covered the walls, and the nearly unlimited power sources available to the society meant that being underground never meant feeling as if you were in a cave. Well. . . Rarely. For about an hour, Jacquard had been tracking the thief who narrowly escaped. The thief left with a book. He did not know the title but he felt it will definitely be one of the ancient books. He went straight to the shelf as if it was pointed to him. He felt unrest. After the whole thing, still, none of the guards showed up. It was as if they had been informed not to interfere. He felt so confused. Why did the guards not come to his aid even when they heard those deafening noises from inside

“You’re the only one I’ve ever really owned. I need the other things I do down there, but they can’t replace the one thing I can’t get in any moral way. I know it’s wrong to keep you, but I can’t help myself. You’re like a priceless piece of art kept in a glass case. I can’t do anything with it but look at it, but I know it’s mine. And sometimes that’s enough.” Faith wondered if that was why Leo had put her in this room. With all the large windows, it was like a glass case. And she was the fragile figurine he kept inside. “But it’s not enough. You don’t just want to look at me.” His gaze swept over her in such a predatory way, it was as if he’d stripped her bare. “Come here.”

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

“Yes, Sir. “ Michael said. He could feel he was slightly getting more and more interested in the task. It was always like this- the more dangerous everything seemed, the more attracted he felt to the idea of digging deeper into the case. “Money laundering, art thefts, blackmail of politicians. “ Benjamin went on, “Those people don’t play around. They’re not some street hooligans, Michael. “ “But why haven’t they been caught yet I mean, even with that little evidence, and the agent there, there must be...?” “Because they have cops working with them. “ “Shit. “ Michael clenched his hand around the paper. He looked through the rest of the files and saw the last one didn’t have a picture, accomp

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"I just tried to do better and with the situation with Sky Cement I couldn't just sit still, That isn't a crime is it?." She finished and searched the face of the man in front of her, who just gave a look of disapproval and the sinking feeling in her stomach started spreading. Detective Sullivan leaned forward. "So when Victor Odolo offered you access to rare Italian Renaissance pieces, you didn't think to ask questions?" "He said they were from his private collection. Controversial because of their provocative themes, not because they were..." Victoria's voice trailed off. "Stolen. The word you're looking for is stolen, Ms. Blackwood. Seized by the Italian government and sold on the black m

My thoughts flickered to Jessica, still buzzing my phone, completely unaware of the danger I was in. “Please,” Caldwell whispered, his voice barely audible. “We have to do something.” “There’s nothing we can do,” I replied, my voice flat with defeat. “Just keep your head down and pray they don’t shoot.” One of the thieves grabbed the museum manager by his collar and hauled him to his feet. The manager's glasses slipped down his nose, his face a mask of terror. "Start packing up 'The Starlit Night,' 'Eclipse of the Sun,' and 'The Silent Watcher,'" the thief barked, jabbing the barrel of his gun into the manager's ribs. "Or you'll end up like your security."

Arnault shrieked, “what exactly do you want? What is this pendrive they are talking about?” “You really don’t know? Alright, let me tell you who we are and what we do. We are an international crime syndicate. Among our many activities is the trafficking of fake duplicates of famous paintings like the Mona Lisa. Many of these fakes are sold in art galleries all around the country. Our recent shipment was arranged to be sold at your gallery, but we have a snitch who recorded a video of the shipment.”

Then I remembered everything Ashley could find on the necklace, that she told me about. "Why are both staring at me?" I asked them, backing further into my seat. "Listen, Collin. I don't think charlie and I have ever told this to you and Seth. But, your older brothers know the story of the human artifact thieves. What they are interested in are agelong tools and from what I heard they are good researchers who go back in time to seek for heirlooms that could be worth billions of dollars If aunctioned." Ester explained. "Like the those old art paintings." Annette chipped in.

The only questions now are how and why? “Chet’s still into that stupid modern-day Robin Hood schtick, huh?” Something defensive sparks in my chest. “It’s not stupid,” I retort hotly. “It’s honorable. We only steal from—” “Other criminals,” he finishes for me, waving one hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Who was the target this time?” “Ronaldo Bianchi. He has a stolen Picasso in his private collection back in Paris.” Gabriel whistles, a flicker of recognition behind his dark green eyes. “Bianchi? I didn’t know that the bastard made it out of Sicily after the whole Altegro fiasco…”