“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.”

“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.”

“Yes, of course. But ... how?"Kat felt her crew around her: Hamish's arm hung around Simon's shoulders; Gabrielle's delicate hands draped through the arms of Angus and Nick. Kat's own hand found Hale's, then, fingers interlacing, palms pressing together so tightly that Kat knew nothing could come between them. Nothing. She looked at him. No one."It's easy," Kat said, "when you don't have to do it alone.”

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

“Can I see you outside for a second?" Kat glared at Hale, then walked to the patio doors and out onto the veranda.As Hale closed the door behind him, Kat heard Angus say, "Ooh, Mom and Dad are going to fight now.”

“That's why we're going to disrupt the lunch," she (Kat) said."You know," Angus said, "I've got a little C-four that I've been saving for a rainy--""We're not blowing up my company, Angus," Hale said."Righto. Carry on, Kitty.”