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Anatomy of a Jewel Thief

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Chatwick’s Chronicles :

A Persistent Saga

Intro

Anatomy

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The study below was derived from facts uncovered while doing research for the following Doctoral dissertation:

Light to the shadows of their mind:

Criminal tactics and strategies

Criminology Department .

Chatwick University

Case Study 48

Anatomy of a Jewel Thief

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Chatwick’s Chronicles: A Retelling

 

I have not always been this way; at one time as a young adult I had morals, principles, no idea that I was going to eventually follow a life’s path that was anything but on the straight and narrow.

 

Butt, I cannot now make any apologies for what I have become.

 

To be quite blunt, I cannot do so( apologize that is), because I believe the desire to steal a Lady’s jewels is now as much a part of my make as any of me senses. I quite simply cannot, and choose not, to resist the urge to acquire gems in the methods I have chosen! Any more than one feels, after giving into the urge to smell a pretty rose, the desire to pluck it for themselves , and sees no logical reason to resist!

 

 

And, truth be told, it is not so much the actual stealing( I didn’t need the money) that’s me lure, but more the sport it offers. The challenge, much like a chess player, trying to outguess an unwary opponent’s moves. Better yet An unseen Harlequin from an old medieval play, watching from the wings. Observing the game being played with living pieces, sometimes even secretly guiding the pieces with his own hand, waiting to make his own bold move that will hold a queen( or princess) in a certain position on the board, captured long enough to acquire that of hers which has sparkled ever so brightly upon her. That is what I find to be the adventure in it.

 

 

It is the obsessive, yes almost erotic , savoring of her jewels, much like one would simply fawn over the paintings of old masters in an art gallery, that is my passion! But, instead of ( some) art galleries, I get me fix by attending the lavish receptions, ballroom dances, and other posh avenues where the frills of the filthy rich can be both admired, appreciated and appraised.

 

There is just something all so very inviting as one watches the ladies whom haunt these venues dressed up to their silky nines and sporting their flashy lures … A certain panache that makes their mistresses beautiful and desirable beyond all reason, and I think most chaps would agree with me on this in principle, but quite understandably, not necessarily for the same motives that are mine.

 

And then, once one has had their fill drinking in all that beauty, the glass is put down, for the game is finally afoot;

 

Contemplating over the situation, the problematic puzzle of challenges that need to be plotted; selection, planning, execution, and undetected escape.

 

All are phases of my game , all are just as stimulating, just as alluring and invigorating. So much so, that once it has all been carried out, and the prize is in hand and secreted away, the actual aftermath is actually quite anticlimactic. And so, like some pleasant craving, the urge washes over one again with the quite overwhelming feeling to start all anew. Something like a painter with a fresh white canvas, standing back as he imagines what he can make of it, his raw talents on edge, awaiting inspiration, just eager to start with the first brush strokes that which will become his next masterpiece.

 

So that is what I have become, why I am, my destiny, my desire, my devilishly roguish lot in life.

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Coming next:

How it all began for me :

 

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