"Yeah, but if you just leave it at 'art thief,' no one's the wiser," Veronica pointed out cheerfully. The closest she'd ever come was rearranging art, which really wasn't the same thing at all. In no frame of mind to want to think about Duncan or Abel Koontz, she shrugged and smiled. With an idleness which might have been faked, she lifted her free hand to drape across his shoulder. "And now they let me into nearly all the records. Takes some of the fun out of it."