Sand was flying everywhere, the dark of night made it nearly impossible to see. The deafening sirens of escape and blinding helicopter headlights were making this task harder than it needed to be. There she was 5’3 dressed in black except for what was in her hands, the original copies of all of Van Gogh’s art work that museum collected. She was lugging with all her might, trying to heave them into the van. As soon as she slammed the door shut, the window’s glass split in two with shattering cracks all along the sides. They were speeding through the deserted road when all the glass in the vehicle shattered into the van, none of the glass got on the road it was all spread like tiny crystals on the seats and floors. This sixteen year old girl has a different past, present, and future than any girl her age would want or could dream of. They had only one portrait left to collect, Starry Night. They were headed to The Museum of Modern Art in New York. To most girls this would be an exciting trip for shopping and such, but not for Elisabeth Peterman.
Elisabeth was collecting Vincent Van Gogh’s insane art work for one reason and one reason only. Elisabeth’s father was an art collector; he paid his daughter to do all the dirty work for him since she was noticeable to no females and could sweet talk ANY guy into doing ANYTHING. She was exceptionally good on men like her father, stubborn, cheap, educated young men.
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