The Good Thieves by Katherine Rundell
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 16.4 Mb
The Good Thieves : Vita set her jaw, and nodded at New York City in greeting, as a boxer greets an opponent before a fight.
Fresh off the boat from England, Vita Marlowe has a job to do. Her beloved grandfather Jack has been cheated out of his home and possessions by a notorious conman with Mafia connections. Seeing Jack’s spirit is broken, Vita is desperate to make him happy again, so she devises a plan to outwit his enemies and recover his home.
She finds a young pickpocket, working the streets of the city. And, nearby, two boys with highly unusual skills and secrets of their own are about to be pulled into her lawless, death-defying plan.Katherine Rundell’s fifth novel is a heist as never seen before – the story of a group of children who will do anything to right a wrong.
“Grandpa turned to Vita. ‘Smile again for me, Rapscallion?’
So she smiled, at first naturally, and then, when he didn’t look away, wider, until it felt like every single one of her teeth was showing.
‘Thank you, Rapscallion,’ he said. ‘You have your grandmother’s smile, still.’ Vita’s stomach clenched as she saw tears rise up in her grandfather’s eyes.
He coughed, and smiled, and cleared his throat. ‘God, it’s good to see you. But there was no need.’
Julia pushed Vita towards the door. ‘Go and find your room, darling,’ she said.
‘Please,’ said her mother. Her face was white, and exhausted. ‘Now.’
‘It’s the one at the end of the corridor,’ said Grandpa. ‘More of a cupboard than a room, I’m afraid,’ he said, ‘but the view is very fine.’
Vita went slowly down the corridor, her suitcase in hand. She noticed how the floorboards squeaked; how the paint peeled from the wall. She pushed at the door. It stuck; she held on to the wall and kicked it with her stronger foot. It flew open, scattering thin shards of plaster.
The room was so small she could practically touch all four walls at once, but it had a wooden wardrobe, and a window looking out over the street. Vita sat on the bed, pulled off her left shoe, and took her foot in both hands. She dug her fingers into the sole, pointing and flexing the toes, and tried to think.”