The Stars Over Paris

My father died.
My mother remarried.
The guy was a creep.

So I fled to the City of Love -- that's right, Paris. I
had no money, no identification, and no marketable skills. That’s the
short story of how I find myself in my current situation. Alone, in the
dark, in an upstairs bedroom, about to steal one hundred grand worth of
jewels from one of the richest investment bankers in France. The lady of
the house has taken the kids to Madrid to visit her parents for the
week, and her multi-millionaire husband is having sex in the room below
me with his mistress. He is so wrapped up in their lovemaking that I can
hear the headboard banging against the wall from up here. That’s one of
the benefits of being a thief. You get to peek inside the underbelly of
people’s lives and take what they don't even know is missing.

But
thievery is a challenge, I'd like to get out before I get too old. Too
slow. And that's where he comes in...Roger Toussaint. It's not actually him
really, it's his watch. His Patek Philippe is a six-million-dollar
treasure that will get me out of the game for good. I'll be at his Gala
tomorrow in the South of France. I plan to take the watch, sell it for
cash on the black market, and finally be free...