There was no room for mistake in thievery. Annabelle knew it, her mother knew it, and her mother before her. Theft was a trait so rooted in their bloodline, it was considered second nature, a sixth sense.
Anna glided around the ballroom balcony. Spacious with black tile and a high ceiling, it overlooked the floor below, filled by people with a desire to be bureaucratic. _Such simpletons_, her ex...