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As she stepped inside, she noticed that, for the first time she could remember, her uncle’s brownstone didn’t feel too warht

Uncle Eddie stood by his stove, stirring a stew and waiting for his bread to rise Her father sat with Si, of course, that his interest was purely academic and that the museum would have completely overhauled their security by now, so there was no risk in sharing what they’d learned

Only Hale looked up as Kat came in He motioned to one of the mismatched chairs beside hiht

Outside, the snoas still falling In the other roo, to which Kat had never learned the words

"What about you, Uncle Eddie?" Gabrielle asked from the end of the table "Who do you think Romani really is?"

Kat remembered Uncle Eddie’s words: He is no one; he is everyone And still she held her breath as her uncle slowly turned

"I think there are two people in this world who have ever successfully planned a job at the Henley, Gabrielle" Kat felt the rooaze settle upon only her "Visily Romani--whoever he is--is the other one"

Hale reached beneath the table, his war hold of hers And just as she leaned closer, relaxing against hi the cold air along with the out there" Hamish walked toward the stove and took a bowl froesture that Angus and Haiven for the nun incident and brought back into the fold with open ar heroes The boys who had blown up the Henley

"What’s that?" Hale asked, and for the first time, Kat noticed the sus carried under his arshaw said "Found it outside Note says it’s for Kat"

Her first thought was Mr Stein Her second--however brief--was of Nick But as Kat took the package, pulled back the paper, and stared down at the s

A girl She saw a girl with straight dark hair and a heart-shaped face, with a petite fra to Nicholas, the patron saint of thieves

Frorew louder Uncle Eddie returned to his cooking Simon and her dad studied their plans

It felt to Kat as if she and Hale and Gabrielle were very much alone as she heard her cousin ask, "Is that what I think it is?"

Kat nodded, speechless, as a plain white card fell froe and landed, at last, on Uncle Eddie’s table

Dearest Katarina,

Rest assured, the Angel is safe and she is happy The enclosed belongs to you It is time that it, too, returned to its family

Welcolanced up and saw Hale’s concerned face huddled close beside Gabrielle’s She sly at them both For a moment, her an--that lay at the bottom of her suitcase: unopened and unused

But when Kat’s gaze fell back on the priceless canvas in her lap, she thought of the girl who prayed to the patron saint of thieves Katarina Bishop was indeed certain that she was no Visily Romani And yet

She smiled

And yet, she knew she could be