Marissa says I'm a magnet for mayhem. And I have to admit she's right. I mean, how can you go
someplace as boring as an art gallery and wind up attacking someone?
The artsy crowd thinks Sammy Keyes has a lot of nerve, showing up at a fancy reception in high-tops. But when she tackles a robber who's brandishing a gun with one hand and pulling paintings from the wall with the other, they're glad she has nerve. Or are they?
Sammy may have stopped one criminal, but the real crime at this show has yet to be discovered. The real crime is more subtle, more artful, than anything Sammy's ever seen. Who knew art could be so dangerous?
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