The Parisian Heist

Prologue

I will die in this box.

I can scream all I want. I can try to kick down the bolted door. I can claw at the thick stone walls and the bulletproof glass. None of it will be of any use.

Until they threw me in here, no one had been in this climate-controlled chamber for at least a decade. It could be ten more years before anyone returns.

I know I’m not the first person they’ve made disappear…and I certainly won’t be the last.

At least the view is nice.