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“No.” Eddie was starting toward the kitchen. “No,” he said again, once Kat had caught up to him. He was trying to act normal—like he wasn’t upset—but he went to his stove and began moving pots from burner to burner, and Kat thought that, for one of the world’s greatest bluffers, it was a shame for him to have such an obvious tell.

“You’re the only one who can do it, Uncle Eddie.”

“No, Katarina,” he said. “No man alive can do it.”

“We have to try. It doesn’t have to be the full Anastasia, just enough to delay a few days. All we need to do is keep Garrett too busy to prove that the Hales have a fake, and appease his buyer. We do that and then—”

“It cannot be done.” It was more proclamation than statement, the lord high grifter telling all who could hear that the Anastasia was dead.

“Yes, it can be. You can do it.”

“I could have,” he admitted. “Maybe. If it were thirty years ago and I were ten years younger. But the Anastasia is not an easy thing, Katarina. It is a dead con.”

“So no one will be expecting it.”

“I’m saying it is impossible!”

His fist banged against the counter. The pots shook. All Kat could think was that she had never heard her uncle yell before. Not at her. Not in that room. He was the sort of man for whom a whisper carried far more force than a shout.

Then he took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. “With science—DNA—it cannot succeed.”

“We don’t need it to succeed. We just need it to buy us a little time.”

“There is never going to be enough time to rob the Superior Bank of Manhattan.”

Kat knew he was right, but she didn’t dare say so. “So we’ll buy enough time to find some other way. You can do this, Uncle Eddie.” She eased closer, placed her hand on top of his. “Please.”

“You are a smart girl, Katarina. But young. I think this time you are not thinking with your head,” Eddie told her. “Someday you will know that the heart is not always as wise as it is strong.”

“Uncle Eddie…” Kat’s voice broke. She was too busy thinking about the files in Garrett’s office, wondering just how many secrets had once lain inside the one labeled Scooter, and her hands began to tremble, knowing she’d just stolen Hale back. She didn’t want to lose him again.

“Uncle Eddie,” Hale said from the door.

The old man shifted his gaze to the boy, looked at him like he was an outsider, a stranger. A threat. Kat wondered how her life would have turned out if she’d left that fateful night two years before with a painting and not a boy.

“You still owe me for my window.”

“Ten percent,” Hale told him flatly. “I will give you ten percent of Hale Industries if you do this.”

“Hale…” Kat said, dumbfounded.

“Okay,” Hale countered before Eddie had even said a word. “Fifteen.”

“You think I don’t want to do this because there’s nothing in it for me?”

“I think you’re the greatest thief in the world. And without you—in a month—Hale Industries will be half as valuable as it is today, so that’s why I’m willing to give you twenty percent of a billion-dollar corporation for a week’s worth of work.”

Kat stood quietly, honestly not sure what would happen next. Hale sounded like himself. He looked perfectly normal. But there was something there, a raw, aching thread, and Kat knew that if she pulled it, his whole world might unravel.

“Please, Uncle Eddie.” She pleaded with the only man who could fix it all, watched him sink carefully into a chair. He moved like every bone in his body was threatening to break, and Kat half expected to hear a creak as he placed his elbows on the table.

“Your mother brought a strange man to this house once, Katarina. I had hoped it might be a few more years before history repeated itself.”

Kat rolled her eyes at the mention of her father. “Uncle Eddie, I brought Hale home ages ago,” she reminded him; but her uncle just shook his head.

“I’ve known my great-niece’s friend. A boyfriend, on the other hand…that is a most different matter.”

“Yes, sir,” Hale said. He stood up a little straighter, spoke a little louder.

“You have a powerful family, boy.”

“Yes, sir,” Hale said. “Please don’t hold them against me.”

Then Eddie gave a wry smile. “Who says I was talking about them?”

Chapter 28

The abandoned lab they rented was somewhere in New Jersey. Gabrielle drove while Kat’s mind drifted, nothing but a massive list of all the things she had to do. So when they finally walked through the main doors, her first thought was that they must have been in the wrong place.

The only light came through grit-covered windows. A thick layer of dust covered everything: crates and shelves and long rows of tarp-covered equipment.

But then there were the voices. Kat followed them through a maze of crates bearing the Hale Industries logo until she could see Marcus in the center of a wide empty room, pacing. He had a ruler in his hand, and when he stopped, he looked at Eddie, who sat in the center of the space on an old office chair.

“The Hale men have all graduated from which academy?” Marcus asked.

“Colgan.” Eddie glared at Hale. “And I believe that is all Hale men but one.”

“Correct,” Marcus said, and kept on pacing. “As a child, Reginald had three nannies, all named…”

“Beatrice,” Eddie said.


“But he called them…”

“Bunny,” Eddie replied with a cringe.

“Correct. In an interview with Esquire magazine, Reginald listed his interests as…”

“Polo and sailing,” Eddie said.

“But his actual pastimes were…”

“Drinking and womanizing,” Eddie replied.

“Correct.” Marcus gave a nod and studied his pupil, while Kat skirted the edge of the room and took a seat next to Hale.

“How’s it going?” she whispered.

“Okay. I think. To be honest, I’m not really sure. Marcus is acting…scary.”

“Posture!” Marcus snapped. “Hale men do not slouch.”

“Yeah,” Kat said. “He is.”

Then it was Marianne’s turn to look Eddie up and down. She spoke to her brother. “Marcus, if I’m to be honest, I’m more concerned about his overall presence. Edward can memorize all the facts we give him, I’m certain. But Reginald had such vigor—such spirit. His manner was very distinctive.”

“True,” Marcus said.

“Let me see you walk,” Marianne told Eddie, who stood and took a few steps across the floor.

Marcus eyed Eddie from a new perspective. “The shoulders are off.”

“His hands are wrong,” Marianne said as if Eddie wasn’t even there.

“Don’t forget the limp,” Marcus told Eddie.

Kat looked at Hale. “I’ve never heard Marcus talk this much.”

“Yeah,” Hale whispered. “I’m trying to decide if I like it.”

Just then, Marcus took the ruler and struck Eddie in the stomach. “Hale men speak from the diaphragm!”

Hale nodded. “I definitely like it.”

Kat leaned her elbows on the table, and for the first time, noticed the piles that were collected there.

Old family albums lay spread across the surface. Black-and-white photos had been pulled from the pages, and Kat flipped through them one by one, staring down at the face of the same young man. Tall and strong and golden.

Standing among a tribe in Kenya, a lion at his feet. Posing with a team of dogs in the blowing snow at the top of the world. On a raft in the Amazon. Climbing K2.

Kat looked from the young man in the picture to the boy who sat beside her, and she wondered if trying to steal a more exciting life might be at least a little bit genetic.

“Here,” Marianne said. “Watch this. See the way Reginald carries himself?”

Suddenly, the lights went out and the beam of a projector was slicing through the room, splashing across a white wall, beneath high, dingy windows. Watching, Kat forgot what century—much less what year—they were in, because on the screen it was the Hamptons in summer. There were girls in tennis whites and men in seersucker suits. Slowly, the camera panned across a wide lawn, taking in the smiling faces and waving hands. There was an undeniable resemblance among them all, and Kat, who had a long line of “relatives” who didn’t share the same blood, had to remind herself that there are some families that do have the same smile—the same eyes.

Then she remembered why they seemed so familiar, and she turned to take in the boy beside her. But it was like Hale had forgotten she was there. He was staring at the flickering image, being pulled into a memory that wasn’t his own.

“That’s her,” he whispered.

“Who?” Kat asked.

He pointed. “Hazel. That’s her.”

There were three young women on the screen, but one stood apart from the group. She kept her hands intertwined, like someone who had been invited—but not born—inside the family.

Kat watched her smile and laugh. The wind blew through her hair, and it was easy for Kat to imagine the cool breeze and warm sun on the woman’s skin, but she wasn’t truly comfortable there on that sunny stretch of lawn.

“Which one is Reginald?” Kat pointed back to the screen.

“In the hat,” Hale said just as, in the video, the long-lost uncle slapped the recently departed grandmother on the butt.

“See,” Marianne told Eddie. “Vigor!”

“Yes, Edward,” Marcus agreed. “Do you think you can capture that?”

But Kat didn’t listen for the answer. She was too entranced by the woman on the screen. “She was beautiful.”

Hale tilted his head. “She was lonely.”

Kat knew that he was right. She was also certain that he knew the feeling. The Hale name was his birthright and legacy, but like his grandmother, he had never truly belonged.

Kat watched Hale’s face change and knew that the sadness he had carried since the funeral was back. He wasn’t okay. She saw it in him, lingering just under the surface, waiting to break free.

There were flash cards with photos of distant relatives, a quiz about the family pets. Kat had been by Hale’s side almost constantly for over two years, but she learned more about his family in those four hours than she had ever even suspected before. And through it all, Eddie never wavered or complained, soaking up the facts and figures like a sponge.

“And when they ask for a DNA test?” Marianne asked at last. Kat could tell the question had been weighing on her for hours, and finally she couldn’t hold it back anymore. “What will we do then?”

Kat thought about her uncle’s words, his warnings. He was right, of course. The Anastasia was a dead con, but they didn’t have to steal the company. She smiled. They only had to steal time.