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Burt met Harold Woodman at a rain-slicked pier in New Jersey. Harold, now a successful lawyer but still wearing his scars like armor, looked at the film reel. "She’s in California, Burt. She’s found something in the Hollywood backlots that makes the Committee of Five look like a bridge club."

Valerie looked at the empty film canisters. "The titles are still available, boys. We just have to make sure the right people are holding the pen." Burt met Harold Woodman at a rain-slicked pier in New Jersey

As the lights came up and the conspirators fled into the night, the trio stood on the studio roof, watching the California sun rise. She’s found something in the Hollywood backlots that

They arrived in Los Angeles to find Valerie Voze living under an alias in a crumbling mansion. She wasn't making art out of shrapnel anymore; she was making it out of stolen government documents. They arrived in Los Angeles to find Valerie

"No," Burt smiled, adjusting his eye. "But we gave it a better ending for today."

Their mission was a classic Amsterdam-style heist. They had to break into the "Vault of Titles" hidden beneath a legendary movie studio during a high-profile premiere.

Burt Berendsen sat in his cluttered medical office in New York, adjusting his glass eye in the mirror. He had just received a package with no return address. Inside was a single, weathered film reel and a note written in Valerie’s unmistakable, frantic shorthand: “The titles are available. The script is being written in blood. Come to the coast.”