I was the youngest and highest-ranking member of what some folks called The Serbian Mafia.
I was a criminal. A thief, a burglar, Why? Oh, for God’s sake. You really want to know?
I never aspired to the title of America’s Gem Heist Mastermind or fame as the greatest thief ever to loot the coffers of other criminals. Criminality was a detour. A lengthy one, but a detour none-the-less.
I stole three hundred million dollars in gems, cash, and designer clothes, all of it fully insured, and more often than not, the victims were not victims. They were cooperating companies who wanted a robbery, and corporations so wealthy that they considered my robberies as a deductible business expense leading to a profit when the insurance paid. Even the cops benefited from my exploits. I always made sure to litter the floor with enough diamonds to put a smile on any arriving officer’s face.