The Art of Double-cross

It was supposed to be easy. One final scam and I was out of the game. Steal a priceless painting, take the proceeds and retire from the business. Funny, how things never work out as planned. It wasn’t long before I realized how deep I was in and that putting my trust in anyone had been a risky and dangerous move. My partner had pulled the age-old double-cross and disappeared with the painting and the money. All I was left with was a cloud of suspicion and the F.B.I. closing in on me. Running from the authorities and racing against time to seek revenge, my journey ended in the last place I imagined.