Charlie Howard – struggling crime-writer by day, talented thief by night – has gone straight. But holing himself up in a crumbling palazzo in Venice in an attempt to concentrate on his next novel hasn’t got rid of the itch in his fingers.
Charlie Howard – mystery writer and incorrigible thief – is in for a tough vacation in Las Vegas. Losing heavily at poker is one thing, but to find his literary agent, Victoria, being charmed by the Fifty-Fifty casino resort’s star magician, Josh Masters, is another irritation entirely.
The moment I’d scanned the outside of the building, I turned to Bruno and said, “First impressions, it looks straightforward.” Looking back, I can’t help but wonder what I was thinking. I mean, put that line at the opening of a crime novel and it’s practically a guarantee that everything is about to get complicated.
Charlie Howard doesn’t just write books about a career thief, he also happens to be one.
Now in Berlin, Charlie Howard is hired to steal a sensitive item on behalf of Her Majesty’s Government. There’s just one problem: the item is so sensitive that Charlie can’t be told what it is.