![]() ![]() “It was a very rare mineral from a condemned mine in South Africa, and it was a very thoughtful gift.” “Because if you can’t handle Uncle Eddie’s lock then someone is going to get a lump of coal in her stocking again this Christmas.” “I’m fine, Gabrielle,” she told her cousin. ![]() Kat’s fingers were frozen and her breath fogged, and she’d had a far too upbeat rendition of “White Christmas” stuck in her head on a perpetual loop for the past eight hours. “Is there a problem, Kitty Kat?” a voice said from over Kat’s shoulder. That was all that Kat needed to hear to know that her uncle was probably having too much fun to bother coming home for Christmas.īack in Brooklyn, the wind was sharp and the streets were slick and Kat just really wished her Uncle Eddie believed in leaving a key under the mat instead of maintaining his strict stance that anyone who could not break into his Brooklyn brownstone had absolutely no business staying there without him. ![]() Of course, this was about the time that a long-lost Italian count was sighted near the town of Maiori and a priceless Cartier tiara was stolen from a yacht moored not far from Maiori’s rocky shore. ![]() Snow is for suckers, Uncle Eddie always said. Just as she knew that her Uncle Eddie often grew tired of New York in December and had decided to relocate to Italy’s Amalfi Coast. When one is trying to break into the home of perhaps the world’s greatest thief, it’s always a good idea for one to be careful. ![]()
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