Novel & Cerita The Art Thief Book Club Questions

Vincent asked innocently, "Mommy, what are thieves?" Larissa explained, "Thieves are people who snatch away things that belong to someone else. They're all bad people—especially that old hag in the middle with white hair." Vincent nodded. He said, "So does that mean this is the thieves' hideout? We're here to serve justice!" "That's right. You're so clever, Vince!" Abigail was furious. "Who are you people? How dare you trespass on the Tuffin residence? Guards, take them away!"

A red-haired girl suggested suddenly, she happened to be a faithful member of Gloria's gang. " How are you girls so sure that Steva Davies took the Art piece? " Mr. Yale asked with an icy smile. " I... " "... " The girls weren't able to reply. What could they say? Nothing. " So you guys can't say anything right? " He said with a mocking laugh. " Alright, so according to the procedure everybody's bag will be thoroughly searched and the one whom the Artwork is found in their bag would be... Expelled. " He stated.

Gean had no idea Mike was trained to talk to people like him. “I can call the police and tell them to arrest you. “ Gean said, still taking the defense stance. “And accuse me of what?” Mike glanced around the room , “For possessing stolen pieces of art? Is this a Monet?” He said and took a step towards the painting hanging on the wall and pointed at it. “I don’t think you’d want the police here. “ Gena closed his eyes slowly, taking a deep breath. “The painting is by Édouard Manet, not that it matters to you, anyway. “

Kieran asks, with a smirk on his face. I feel my skin pale as I look between the two of them. "Just because I'm painting the Nativity doesn't make me an art thief." I state, crossing my arms, trying to get out of this once more. "No, it doesn't. But hacking into the art gallery and replacing your art with the originals does." Zander retorts, making me gulp. "How did you find out?" I ask nervously. "Give us more credit, sis. You may be an introvert, but we always know what you're up to. Even when you're sneaking out to fight in an underground fight club." Kieran replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

He begged, “Please help me. I really don’t know how the house got on fire and my friends? I - I still don’t understand how they got there in the first place.” “Well,” Scarlett said, “In that case, your friends aren’t really your friends, now, are they? Don’t worry, that’s why I am here. Let’s get the full details of what happened. You can’t leave out a single detail. In order for us to win this case, you need to tell me everything.” Scarlett flipped through the next page and she pointed out, “Because we are going against Mister Pier Bianci, the famous art collector in the city who owns an art museum."

Didn't Kane say they wouldn’t notice one book was missing? We planned to return it before they discovered so it’s absence so how did they find out? This meant big trouble. Even if I was proven innocent for the bombing, there was no way I wouldn’t be punished for stealing the book. I didn’t know what to do, so I chose to feign ignorance. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. What artifacts?" "Don’t fucking lie to me!" Alexander snarled. "We know you and your man took them. You probably used the explosion as a distraction while you and your men stole over 20 of our most powerful magical artifacts."

" There was a flash of something in her eyes, anger, sadness, maybe even regret, but she masked it quickly, taking another sip of beer. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. I was in detective mode right now. And these people, the ones after this ‘artefact’… what exactly are we dealing with here? A cult? A mafia group? Some underground black market operation?” Alice tilted her head, "All of the above." I stared at her. "You are joking.” She shook her head. "They are powerful, and they don't take kindly to thieves, especially when it comes to something that holds as much value as this.

They were hard to miss. He knew full well that those were all the gifts he and Ivor had given me over the years. "What is she trying to do? Is she crazy?" Ivor stopped before a pair of plaster figurines. They were crafted in our likeness, once my most treasured possession. But there they were now, sat in the living room gathering dust. Annoyed, Ivor whipped out his phone to call me. "Get Eleanor from her room right now." An unsettling feeling gnawed at Jeffrey. For some reason, he felt this time was different, as if I were intending to sever all ties with them.

I didn’t want to take that, but if I’d returned it, they’d have taken the cost out of my hide. My guts gurgle. I’m gonna hurl. Over by the circulation desk, Brody and his crew have noticed the excitement. Brody surveys the library, his close-set piggy eyes narrowing on us at the back tables. Bevan slouches down in his chair. “Fuck. Who stole what?” The scavengers at the next table over eye us. “Don’t bother,” Brody says to Brynn. “We know where it is.” His fat nostrils flare.

Alaric Harper. Stiles snapped the page, the pop of his little camera a silent lightning in the blackness. He snapped the next page, and the next, taking a portfolio of damning proof. It was all here. The origin of the whole, building-burning scandal, recorded in the tidy hand of a master thief.