Heist Stories

The museum closed at six. Selina arrived at two in the morning. She was on the roof, crouching next to a skylight. It was the second weakest point in the museum's security. The first meant crawling through sixty feet of ventilation ducts. The skylight was riskier, but more dignified. Breaking into places was how she made a living. But tonight had nothing to do with money. It was entirely personal. Selina opened her backpa...