The busy streets and sidewalks allowed me to blend in easily. I looked like an average teenage tourist of London, but I wasn't. I was casing a house. Not just any house, but a mansion, filled with an art collectors private collection. Not many collectors keep their collections at home. With museums and the technological advancements today it was safer to keep everything locked up in a secure facility. This house was different though. I was going to steal from this house.
The front was gated with steal which wasn't really the problem, the security cameras and the large dogs seemed more of an issue at that point, but I wasn't worried. I had a plan. It was forming, slowly, but surely in my head. All the little details coming together like the pieces of a puzzle. A list started to form in my mind, who I was going to hire, the best that I could get but be necessary.