Never trust a guy who says "trust me." Never give your real name to a cop.Never let someone steal your getaway car. It was that last piece of his father's advice that March McQuin found himself contemplating at three in the morning on a picturesque bridge over a dark canal in Amsterdam. Only it wasn't his getaway car, it was his getaway bike, and someone had pinched it.Just about the worst thing you can do to a thief is steal his stuff. March was especially indignant. He'd actually paid for the bike!He checked the time on his cell. He didn't have time to panic. He only had time to steal another mode of transportation. In just about seven minutes, his old man, world-famous cat burglar Archibald McQuin, was going to have a fistful of diamonds and be looking for an exit.Mist curled along the surface of the canal. All the good citizens of Amsterdam were snoring underneath their eiderdowns. The weeping edges of a yellow moon dissolved and re-formed on dark water as the flow of the tide moved through. March intently scanned the row of bicycles chained to the railing, searching for his target. The difference between a million bucks and twenty-five-to-life can come down to thirty seconds. Excerpted from Loot by Jude Watson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.