What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless.
As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no.
We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold.
Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting:
I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin.
That's where I stashed the chandelier.
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