"Do I know him? No, not at all. Don't have a clue who you're talking about. Never seen this guy before. Certainly wouldn't be thinking of twelve ways to strangle him right now. Not me. Nope. I'm not caught up in anything weird, although... I will say this... if I see him... this guy I don't know... he'll pay. Dearly."
The year is... well, it doesn't really matter what year it is. People have been stealing stuff since there was something to steal. So, whatever year you're living in... it's that one.
You should remember how poor you were once, back when it started. Or maybe you weren't. Maybe you just liked the glitz and glamour. Fast cars and faster women? That could be it too. There's always an excuse at the start, but after a while, after you stop worrying about where the next meal is coming from, after you stop needing the shiny stuff, after the attention fades... something keeps you coming back.
There's the rush. Scoping out the scene, watching the mark come and go, figuring out the pattern. That's foreplay. The joy is in the plan. Knowing when to hit, where to hit and how hard to hit it? That's the work - but it's no job.
Getting it done? Yeah, there's the rush!
So now you're part of a team. A good one. Connected. Skilled. Clever. Working for a museum too! Stealing from those who shouldn't have it in the first place. Whatever it is. Giving it to those who deserve it. You know, whatever it is! Being one of the good guys, more or less.
But always, always, desperate for the next hit. So, what are we nicking?