Let us prey...

The press tend to talk about bank robberies as being daring, ingenious and audacious. They don't describe many as Dadaist, even the ones who know what 'Dadaist' means. But how else does one explain choreographed dancing gunmen in Buchanan Street, or the surreal methods they use to stay one step ahead of the cops?

Angelique de Xavia is no art critic, but she is a connoisseur of crooks, and she's sure that the heist she got caught up in wasn't the work of the usual sawn-offs-and-black-tights practitioners indigenous to the parish. She knows she's dealing with a unique species of thief, and it's her job to hunt him to extinction - though the fact that it's not just his m.o. that's cute might prove a distraction.

This thief, however, has greater concerns than his own safety, and a secret agenda more valuable than anything he might steal. he can afford to play cat and mouse with the female cop who's on his tale; it might even arguably be necessary. What he can't afford is to let her get too close: he could end up back in jail, which holds terrors enough; but even more scary, he could end up in love.

Honesty is a virtue. Deciet is a talent. Theft is an art form.

The Sacred Art of Stealing: prepare to be misled.

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Bought in a charity shop in Rutherglen.

I loved this one!

The last few Christopher Brookmyres I read were kind disappointing and I was giving up on him, back to loving him now.

I was standing outside Borders at the weekend, picturing where all the action in the book was. Initally I thought the bank was the Borders building (which used to be a bank) but there's a bank next to it which fits the description.

Mad book, great read.

RELEASE NOTES:

on the window sill with the newspapers