I knew he was think, scheming, coniving ways in his brain to make Carter accept who and what we were. In my mind, there was nothing. Who would want to get into this business? It really wasn't something that normal everyday people get into. You have to want it, its a thrill and a risk all at once. You have to be prepared to pick up and leave everything at once. Never looking back. This was our third home. We had been lucky and didn't have to move around as much. Some people, lik my Uncle Arthur, weren't so lucky. He was constantly on the move, country to country and city to city. He had never lived somewhere for more than a month or two. But that was the life, and that is something you had to accept. This boy though, he wasn't going to do that. He had a family somewhere, friends, a girlfriend maybe, he wouldn't want to give all that up for the life of a thief. "There is no harm in telling him, and if he finds that he wants to play the dutiful citizen and go to the police, well who would believe him? It will be his word against ours, and who will believe a seventeen-year-old over an old man's?". It wasn't total nonsense, it could possibly work. Still, I didn't want that boy in my crew. Although, if he was, then he would be taking orders from me... "Dad, he has no experience, and there won't be enough time to train him between jobs. He will never be of any real use to use. I mean, what would we even use him for anyways?", I said. "He wouldn't even have to do any theiving, he would just inspect our work before its swaped out. This way he won't need to be trained, no problems." My dad could really get on my nerves with he reasoning. I started to argue again, "Dad, I just don't think this is a good idea. It's a big risk, and an unnecessary one at that." But my dad was already walking across the room to the door, on his way to talk to Carter. I just know this is going to be as disaster.

When my dad walked out into the hall I ran to catch up with him, if my dad was going to commit career suicide by telling this boy that we are art thieves, I might as well be there to see how it goes down. I could hear my father's voice as I neared the end of the hallway, "...So what do you think? Are you up for it?" I braced myself for some screaming, maybe something violent, or a mad dash out the door yelling for the police. None of that happened. Carter turned his head and looked at me, and said "I'm in."