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Jake Hennessey deals in selling fine jewelry of an illegal nature. The thrill of getting away with it is his addiction. When he hears a rumor about a rare old book in the personal collection of a small-town librarian, he gets the urge to try a new game.
After all, even jewel thieves get bored.
But the librarian, Harmony Duprie, isn't what he expected and the challenge becomes serious business.
In order to win, Jake's going to have to play by a new set of rules—and make them up as he goes along—because this time, he's playing for the rest of his life.
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Getting in had been easy. The owners had an overly-friendly dog and they'd left the doggy-door in the back entrance unfastened. Their weekly housekeeper, a heavy-set older woman who he'd spent several hours plying with alcohol and attention, had given him the basic details of the layout. He'd lured the cocker spaniel outside with bacon-flavored treats, then picked the lock on the back door.
The housekeeper hadn't mentioned the motion-detection system in the living room. It hadn't triggered when he went upstairs to the second floor but sounded as he came back down with the topaz and gold jewelry in a small bag tucked inside his shirt. He must have brushed through a stray beam.
Jake had covered his tracks by locking the back door on the way out. An expert could spot the scratch marks left behind by his tools, but first, they needed to look for them.
He made it outside before the cops arrived, and almost to the neighbor's yard. Now, covered by the darkness of night, he crouched behind a bush, hoping the spaniel didn't want his attention. Luckily, the pooch was busy trying to get the cop to play fetch with a rubber squeaky toy.
The cop's radio squawked. He held a quick conversation, then was joined by a second officer. With the dog at their heels, they rattled the knob on the back door. It held firm. But the dog dashed inside through the doggy door and emerged with a different toy in its jaws.
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