Eliot was scowling as he stared at the board, re-examining the pieces he had left, and the disproportionate amount of white pieces that Olivia had left on the board.  Her bishop was poised to take his queen, and he couldn't find a way out of it.  It was not their first game, and Eliot hadn't won a single match.  The clock was ticking maddeningly ( Read more... )

They were working a job.  The mark was Steven Cohen, the founder of SAC Capital Advisors, hedge fund focusing primarily on equity market strategies.  He was one of the richest man in America, and an art collector.  Tonight, he was at a private party at the National Gallery in Washington, DC, which was displaying a painting from his private ( Read more... )

Eliot was leaning back against the kitchen counter, laughing with an arched brow as he eyed Bobby, tipping the beer in his hand back to meet his lips, and drinking heavily from the amber-gold liquid.  They'd become fast friends after stumbling across each other in the middle of a job.  Turns out the bad guys that Nate and the rest of their crew had ( Read more... )