“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.”

“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.”

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

“The Princess and the Pea?" Gabrielle suggested. "Not enough time," Kat said"Where's Waldo?" Gabrielle went on."No." Hamish recoiled. "I am still not allowed back in Morocco.”

“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.”

“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.”