"Have you heard."

"If it's slipped you by, VINCENT DANZA, ISAAC hasn't exactly been spotted around lately. And when ISAAC' around, ISAAC' not exactly in the business of listening to gossip. So, what the bloody hell are you going on about?"

"You know, the Little Miss Light Fingers affair."

"The what?"

"The shoplifting," he says.

ISAAC raises an eyebrow in question.

He shrugs. "She has a thing about nicking things."

ISAAC remembers the image of those dresses with security tags in her closet, but ISAAC wonders if there is something more to it. "What kind of stuff exactly?"

"Girly stuff and that kind of crap."

For a moment, ISAAC is ...