The Louvre had its share of circling wolves, no doubt. But had this rival thief recognized me for what I was? I returned to the sun-filled atrium under the glittering pyramid. The escalator swept me up toward the glass, and I walked out into the fresh, crisp air of Paris. I held my phone to my ear as I crossed the roundabout, heading away from the Louvre, and walked toward the grand stone archway to the Tuileries Garden. Templeton picked up after two rings. I skipped the small talk. “Templeton, there was another pro at the Louvre,” I said. “I saw him in the Hope gallery.” There was a pause. “How did you know he was a thief?” “I just knew.” It was difficult to hear over the traffic sounds on the street. I walked more quickly and passed under the archway into the garden. With each step, the city noises of cars and cabs grew farther away, replaced by the soothing sounds of birds and fountains. “Okay, describe him,” Templeton said. “Dark hair, lean face. About five-seven.
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