There had been a moment in Copenhagen when Alex really thought it was going to happen, when she thought this is it, we've done it. The biggest score of all time was within their grasp, and no one was ever going to know. The art was already missing. There was never going to be an investigation, because there was no one to report it stolen. The people who had once owned it weren't coming back to claim it, and when pieces of it surfaced, as was inevitable as she sold it off, the world would be so glad to have it back, too glad, and too cynical to think that there was so much more art treasure all hidden away.

It was the perfect crime, and the perfect story,and while she scrounged around after reward money, playing Mozzie's spy games, the thought of all that treasure out there, just below the surface of the world ate away at her.

And then Adler happened, and she saw the sub herself, and the treasure was real, all of it was real... And she had thought she was going to die.

She saw the reports about the warehouse blowing up, and she didn't know if she believed it was all gone. But either way, she was done. Let someone else worry about it. Let it blow up. Let it be found. Let it end up in the hands of ecstatic museum curators. She was sick of chasing it until it chased her.