And Viktor Nazarov walked out of the warehouse into the gray Turin morning, his hands empty for the first time in his life, and discovered that grand theft was not about the thing you took.
He took the painting from Marcus, laid it gently on the warehouse floor, and pulled out his lighter. grand theft
The room went silent. Dante’s smile vanished. Viktor turned to Marcus, who had been standing in the corner, watching the confrontation with an expression of deep, private amusement. And Viktor Nazarov walked out of the warehouse