Diamonds are a girls best friend
Amelia Devereaux stood in front of the Picasso studying it hard. The lines were perfect, the colours looked good, the whole thing looked genuine. But it wasn’t, it was a fake. Amelia knew this because the original was currently in a private collection in Paris. She should know, she had stolen it last summer and sold it on. She walked past a Cezanne and a Dali, both fakes, and pondered on whether there were any genuine paintings left on public display. All over the world people were putting art in galleries, and people like her were stealing it. What a world we live in, she thought to herself. As she left the cubist room and made her way down the corridor, she passed a room on the left with a rope barrier was stretched across the entrance. ‘New Exhibit Coming Soon’ a sign announced. Amelia gazed into the room with a professional eye. A thought was forming in her head, just a tiny glimmer of something, she would let it grow, it felt promising. ‘Tony, I need this fixed. In three ...