Smoke

Late one night during the fiery early days of the Iranian revolution, two dark figures raid the Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art and carry off thirty of the world’s most famous paintings. The theft is never made public. But most of the paintings are forgeries.

Thirty-six years later, one of the thieves breaks her leg and is sent to a rehabilitation facility by her bosses at Quixote, Ltd.  Marge Smith doesn’t know why she’s been sent to this nursing home, but doubts that it has anything to do with the geriatric production of Macbeth she’s been inveigled to take part in—until one of the witches drops dead during the premiere. Called in to work on a theft recovery, Marge is surprised to discover the surviving witches across the conference table, and astonished when she’s handed a list of stolen paintings to recover. She knows these paintings; she once stole them herself.

Now she must track them down and steal them again. But are these masterpieces or fakes? And was the third witch murdered for them? They might be genuine, but nothing is what it appears, especially Marge herself.