“Angus looked at Hamish. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight."Hamish smoothed his brother's messy hair. "Me too.”

“Hamish's right arm was around Angus's waist as the two of them tangoed past.”

“Now, now, hear me out," Hamish went on. "We don't have to kidnap Garrett. Not if we kidnap the buyer." "Or distract him," Angus added."Like the Bulgari job," Hamish said."You mean the job that landed half the DiMarco family in a South African prison?" Kat said.Angus shrugged. "Nobody said it was perfect.”

“Kat had been picking things up since her third birthday, when Hamish and Angus's father took them all to the circus because he needed to "borrow" an elephant.”

“If it works, it works,' Kat told him.'And if it doesn't?' he asked.She looked at him. 'If it doesn't, then I've heard Monaco has the nicest prisons in all of Europe.''It does,' both Hamish and Angus said in unison. And with that, it was decided.”

“Basement?' Hamish cried, then glanced at his brother. 'You hear this fellow? He thinks we can just go on down to the furnace and start tinkering?'Angus laughed. 'He probably wouldn't care at all if the whole place went boom, he wouldn't.'At this the guard bristled and stood up even straighter. 'Now see here---''No, you see, my good man. Out here, see, we've got snow. So in there, I'd bet, you've got heat. And where there's heat there's gas; and where there's gas there's...'Angus trailed off while his brother said, 'boom.”