Chapter 147 Old Tricks, New Riches

• It wasn’t about vengeance this time. Not survival. Not even information. Just good old-fashioned greed and adrenaline—the kind of con that used to keep their blood hot and their bank accounts loaded.
• They needed it. Not for the money, but for the thrill. The rush. A reminder that they were damn good at this. A reminder of who they were before the chaos, before the vendettas, before the weight of names like Moretti and Bellanti stained their lives.
• "Target's name is Preston Vaux," Bishop said, tossing a folder onto the coffee table at the safehouse. "New money. Flashy. Stupid enough to think a collection of forged Fabergé eggs makes him a cultured investor. He’s got a hard-on for exclusivity and zero ability to spot a scam."