Among Thieves

Among Thieves

by David Hosp

NOOK Book(eBook)

View All Available Formats & Editions
Available on Compatible NOOK Devices and the free NOOK Apps.
Want a NOOK ? Explore Now


Among Thieves by David Hosp

Bestselling author David Hosp returns with his most thrilling novel yet...


In 1990, $300 million worth of paintings were stolen from Boston's Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in what remains one of the greatest unsolved art thefts of the twentieth century. Now, nearly twenty years later, the case threatens to break wide open. Members of Boston's criminal underground are turning up dead. But these are no ordinary murders. The M.O. of the attacks suggests the involvement of someone trained by the IRA. But when Scott Finn learns that one of his clients, Devon Malley, was part of the heist, he's quickly drawn into the crossfire, and into the renewed hunt for the missing artwork-a hunt that may cost Finn and his colleagues their lives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780446558020
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 01/11/2010
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 206,438
File size: 792 KB

About the Author

David Hosp is a Boston attorney. He received his B.A. from Dartmouth College and his J.D. from George Washington University. He lives with his wife, son, and daughter south of the city.

Read an Excerpt

Among Thieves

By Hosp, David

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2010 Hosp, David
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446580151


Liam Kilbranish looked down at the lump of flesh curled in front of him on the cement floor. His heart rate was steady; his movements economical. His eyes were nearly as black as his hair.

“Still no answer?” he asked.

The lump gave a moan. Liam knew it was useless. It would continue.

He could remember how it had started for him. Or ended. It was all a matter of perspective, he supposed. Whichever view he took, the memory was etched in his mind, as solid and real to him as the gun in his hand. He would have said he remembered it as if it were only yesterday, but no yesterday he’d known in the three and a half decades since had ever lived and breathed for him like that night. It was what drove him; what made him who he was, for good or for bad.

He’d been reading when they arrived, tucked away in the tiny closet of the ten-by-twelve room he shared with his brothers in the row house south of Belfast. A worn woolen blanket was bundled about his spindly, pale, nine-year-old legs; the beam of his flashlight was trained on the pages cradled in his lap. He’d always been a solitary boy, and the closet had been his refuge—a place where he spent hours on end, reaching into other worlds as his brothers slept undisturbed.

He was devouring Winnie the Pooh yet again. It had been a favorite of his since the times, years before, when his father would read to the family in front of the fireplace in the living room. Gavin Kilbranish, his father, was a hard man; a dangerous man when crossed or disobeyed; a man who saw the world in bold strokes of black and white. And yet when he read to his children there was a richness to his voice that hinted at another side, banished and almost forgotten. It was that side of his father Liam sought through the words on the page as he nestled on the closet floor.

Pooh had just gorged himself on Rabbit’s honey, swelling his belly until he could no longer escape from Rabbit’s hole, when Liam heard the front door shatter. He switched off the flashlight and brought the blanket up around his chin. The smell of the plain, soapy detergent that reminded him of his mother still lingered in his mind, haunting him.

There were four of them. Dressed in black, with ski masks and assault weapons that gave off a dull gleam when they caught the shafts of moonlight carving through the saltbox house’s narrow windows, the men moved through the dwelling with military efficiency. Liam listened as they rounded up the others in his family from the front of the house—Mother and Father and Meghan and Kate—and pushed them into the back bedroom he shared with his brothers.

He watched the scene unfold through the crack in the closet door as his parents and siblings were lined up in front of the bed along the far wall. He could read the confusion in their faces—expressions of fear and shock, mixing with the disorientation of being ripped so abruptly from deep slumber. Only his father’s face reflected comprehension. Gavin glanced briefly at the closet door and gave a nearly imperceptible shake. Liam fought the urge to emerge from hiding to join his family.

The tallest of the intruders stepped forward and addressed Liam’s father. “Gavin Kilbranish,” he said. It sounded as though he was pronouncing a verdict. “You know who I am?”

Liam’s father nodded slowly. His expression didn’t change.

“Then you know why we’re here.”

Gavin nodded again.

The man stepped back and turned to one of the others. “He’s yours if you want him, lad.”

The second man walked over to Liam’s father, unslung his gun and drove the butt into Gavin’s stomach, doubling him over. Then he swung it upward, connecting with his jaw, and Liam’s father crumpled to his knees. He was on all fours, spitting blood into the cracks between the scarred floorboards. It was the first time Liam had ever seen his father at the mercy of another human being.

The second man knelt before him and produced a small weathered book of snapshots. Opening it, he held up a picture of a hard-bitten, middle-aged man. “My da,” he said.

He drove a fist into Gavin’s nose. The sound of cartilage snapping was loud, and Liam was afraid he might be sick. The man flipped a page and held up a new picture, this one of a younger man. A shadow of the previous face remained. “My brother, William,” the man said.

The words still hung in the air as he cracked the butt of his gun down over Gavin’s head. His scalp split and blood flooded forward over Liam’s father’s face.

A new page was flipped, revealing the image of a young woman. “My wife, Anna.” The man stood and kicked Gavin hard in the ribs, drawing a wheeze and a grunt. Gavin’s spit was now a frightening mixture of blood and mucus.

The man stepped back and turned to a final picture that showed the angelic face of a young girl. She couldn’t have been more than five, and her gap-toothed smile seemed at once joyous and mournful. The man pulled a black pistol from underneath his coat and pointed it into Gavin’s face. Gavin rose up on his knees and looked back at the man. He showed neither panic nor fear; only hatred and defiance.

The man in front of him had both hands out now, one pointing the gun at Gavin’s head, the other clutching knuckle-white to the picture of the girl. “My daughter, Katherine,” he said. His voice cracked with unredeemed rage as he said her name.

He pulled the trigger.

The screaming lasted for only a moment, and it was drowned out by the thunder of gunfire. Liam’s mother and four siblings jumped and danced as the bullets shredded their bodies. They fell over each other in their attempt to twist free, toppling onto the bed behind them, settling and then sliding onto the floor, leaving the sheets stained red.

At last there was silence. Two of the men dressed in black moved forward, nudging the bodies with their toes to make sure the family was dead. After a moment Liam heard a choked sob from the man with the pistol who had killed his father.

The tallest of the group—the leader, Liam assumed—slapped him. “We’ll have none of that shite,” he said. “Bastard had it coming. He knew it.”

“And his wife? His children?”

“It’s war. Did he show pity to your family? Besides, do you think this would have ended it for them? It won’t be ended until they’re all dead—or we are. Which would you have?”

One of the other men stepped back from the bodies. “It’s ended for these now,” he said indifferently. “All done for. Good enough.”

“Good enough,” the leader acknowledged.

Then they were gone.

Liam stayed in the closet until the military came. The police wouldn’t enter the Catholic neighborhoods anymore; it was too dangerous. The armored vehicles rolled in and squads of soldiers in riot gear cordoned off the area, enduring the taunts and jeers from the crowds that had gathered outside the Kilbranish home. Liam was questioned, but said nothing. Not a word. Not for six months. Everyone thought that the trauma had destroyed him. In a sense it had, though not in the way they supposed.

Now, thirty-five years later, he knew the leader of the death squad had been right. It hadn’t ended, even now that the politicians had signed their unholy alliances and smiled their oily smiles at each other across mahogany conference tables. It would never end; not as long as he lived.

He took a deep breath and brought his pistol up, leveling it at the man on the ground in front of him. Blood had soaked through what was left of the man’s shirt and there were places on the man’s face where the skin had been ripped so thoroughly that bone flashed through.

“Mr. Murphy, I’ll give you one last chance,” he said. “Tell me what I want to know.”

The man sobbed. “Please… I don’t know.” He had his hands up in supplication, the blood dripping down from the holes in his palms and running off his elbows.

“That’s too bad,” Liam said.

He pulled the trigger and the man’s head snapped backward, one last spray of blood coating the wall behind him. Liam walked over and fired another round into the pulp that remained above the man’s shoulders. It was unnecessary, but he was well trained. He reached down and dipped a gloved finger into the pool of blood by the body. He took a step away, and wrote two words in blood on the floor. Then he stood and nodded to Sean Broadark, who remained by the doorway. Few words had been exchanged between the two of them. They weren’t friends, they were professionals.

“Why?” Broadark asked, looking at the bloody scrawl.

“I want to send a message to the others.”

Broadark holstered his pistol. “There’s more, then?”

Liam nodded. “There’s more.”

Broadark asked no more questions. He watched Liam as he took one last look around the garage. Then Liam walked past him, to the door, and the two of them walked out into the cool South Boston evening.


Excerpted from Among Thieves by Hosp, David Copyright © 2010 by Hosp, David. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Among Thieves 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Kammy More than 1 year ago
I've read all of David Hosp's books and did not know that this book was about the Gardner Heist. I was surpised and excited to read yet another theory about the greatest art theft of our time. I grew up only miles from the Gardner and love to read everything about what might have happened. I think Mr. Hosp did a good job with the ending....based on the fact that there is no ending!! Yet!
Slessman More than 1 year ago
AMONG THIEVES David Hosp Grand Central Publishing ISBN: 978-0-446-58015-5 $24.99 - Hardcover 384 pages Reviewer: Annie Slessman When attorney, Scott Finn (main character of David Hosp's newest book of fiction, AMONG THIEVES) visits members of Boston's organized crime gangs, someone dies. Finn makes these visits at the request of his newest client, Devon Malley, a known thief and a former childhood friend of Finn. Devon has been charged with stealing high-end dresses and underwear. Thinking he can get Devon released from this charge, Finn takes on the case only to discover that instead of dealing with a minor thief charge, he may be dealing with the participant of one of the largest art theft cases in history. Adding to the cast of characters is Devon's daughter, Sally. Having been dropped at Devon's door by her drug addict mother, she and Devon have to acquaint themselves with one another since Devon had no idea she existed until she became his responsibility. Finn has two partners who play important parts in this work - fellow attorney, Lissa Krantz and investigator (former cop), Tom Kozlowski. Krantz and Kozlowski share not only a working relationship but a romantic one as well. This story takes many turns, keeping the reader's interest peaked at all times. Hosp has fine tuned his characters and his story to make one of the best mysteries this reviewer has read in sometime. If you want a good book that will help you escape the hum drum of daily life, this is your book. But beware - allow time to read it in one sitting as you will not be able to put it down without it haunting you until you can pick it up again.
Kataman1 More than 1 year ago
Above average thriller that starts with a seamingly meaningless case. Devon Malley is a small time thief who was virtually caught red handed stealing some high end women's lingerie. This leads to some jokes as to his name. He gets represented by Finn, a Boston lawyer who uses his investigater Kozlowski for most of his cases. Finn agrees to represent Malley even though it is virtually a slam dunk for the prosecution. Malley asks Finn to talk to a couple of individuals related to his case. Before Finn can get to either of them they are set upon by a relentless IRA terrorist and tortured to death. Pretty soon police and Finn start to think that these murders are related to an unsolved case of expensive paintings that were stolen from a Boston museum 15 years prior. To top things off for Finn, he is asked by Malley to look after his teenage daughter (Sally) until he can be sprung from prison. Finn takes a liking to her immediately because his past is similar to hers and he went through the state orphanage system. Finn does not want her to endure the same hardship that he did in the system. Like a person with a new puppy, the longer Finn is around Sally, the longer he attached to her. It doesn't take long for Finn to figure out that Malley has something to do with the terrorist and that Sally may be in danger. It becomes imperative that he and Kowolski find the paintings from the robbery or everyone could die. This is an excellent tale that could have garnered five stars except that the main characters are never developed. We never really understand Finn and what makes him tick. The author should take some lessons from David Rosenfelt and his Andy Carpenter lawyer character. Also, the reader can figure out who might be responsible for everything so it comes as little surprise when everything is revealed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
BillPilgrim More than 1 year ago
This is standard detective/mystery novel fare, but very well written and constructed. The writing is smooth and easy to read, and I only had to wince a couple of times from what seemed to me to be forced prose. It was a quick read; I found it difficult to put down. Scott Finn is a Boston attorney who is retained by a small time, mob-connected thief who is arrested during a clothing store robbery that was supposed to be a sure thing because the owner of the store set it up for the insurance money. He tells Finn that he was set up, that someone called the cops on him, and sends him to contact two upper level mob characters to investigate, both of whom are soon murdered in horrific fashion, being tortured first. Two Boston PD detectives are investigating and the FBI is following the investigation in the background because of an apparent connection to a 20 year old art heist from a Boston museum that was never solved, and the stolen art never recovered. It is now valued at $500 million. The story moves quickly as the murderer now sets his sights on Finn's client.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
McSophomore More than 1 year ago
Although this is a solid rough-and-tumble crime novel (I won't use the term "hard-boiled," because the main character is not a detective himself), it seems like this novel is a beginning, a "pilot episode", a setup for future novels. And I am fine with that, I think. I will go on record as saying that I would gladly buy the sequel or continuation of this series if it becomes available, because as far as "pilots" go, this was pretty good. I am drawn to the TV aspect by way of Spencer for Hire, a crime series of books from the recently departed Robert Parker. You see I am only familiar with the Robert Urich TV series. Boston, crime, unofficial detective work, it seems to go together. I think, too, that Hosp's combination of legal work, coupled with his actual police detective characters and some in-court scenes thrown in, reminds me of Law & Order. So, again, the Boston connection with Spencer for Hire, the element construction of Law & Order, and there you have it. Not a bad combo of works to draw on. In fact, it would seem like a winning combination. However, here's the catch. If the audience is clued in as to what the author is up to, namely setting up a series of novels starring the same cast of characters, and the audience feels like the under-development of some characters is because the author is taking for granted a sequel (maybe he has a contract already), the audience could feel some resentment, like they are being taken or granted, like if you slap Spencer for Hire and Law & Order, then you have a winner, of course it will be a success. After reading Lawrence Block's Eight Million Ways to Die, I could not wait to go out and buy another Matthew Scudder novel. But it has been years since I have read that book, and I remember it as being a well-written, self-contained novel, not a setup novel. Hasp's novel loses points for less than rigorous character development on all his characters. He gets points for keeping my attention and not losing a potential reader for his potential next novel starring most of the same characters. B / 2.5 Stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
Scott Finn has created a stand up law career from a checkered past and stays within the lines of conformity these days. But when a former acquaintance calls asking for Finn to get him out of jail he does not think twice. Finn tends to go with the gut and be the miracle man to his clients and this looks like an open and shut case that he can win. What Finn does not expect is that his client, Devon had been caught red-handed at the scene of the crime and that part of his legal responsibilities includes taking care of his Devon's teenage daughter. But when some of the unsavory fellows that Devon has been known to work with start showing up systematically tortured to death the problems escalate out of control and endanger everyone's life. The FBI is following Finn, the police are following the FBI and everyone is trying to figure out why a small time hood is now the hottest ticket in town. Something does not smell right in Boston and Finn thinks that his client is the one that has left the fish out to rot. The deeper Finn investigates the worse the scenario becomes, the body count increases and the violence becomes more violent. When all angles point to an infamous art theft from the 1990's and Devon's part in it the twists and turns becomes swerves and sways taking all of them way off the road. Too many suspects and not enough evidence keep throwing Finn and his team off course but when Devon's daughter is kidnapped as collateral in return for the missing art work Finn kicks it up a notch and decides to solve all the mysteries and crimes in one fell swoop. When you take a real life scenario and turn it into a "how this could have played out" reality it does not always make for a good read. This book however is the exception to all those rules because it is well written, the art mystery played out to a fine tune and the characters believable and interesting. If asked did I see where this book was leading the answer is no and that is exactly as it should be. If this is a mystery the reader should not be able to guess the bad person until it is revealed and that is the case with this book for sure. Mary Gramlich (The Reading Reviewer)
BostonGirl26 More than 1 year ago
Hosp does a great job of incorporating details from the original Gardner heist into his story, and remains respectful of the mystical importance of the museum to those that love it. Overall a fun light read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
gl More than 1 year ago
I've been fascinated with the theft at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, so I was intrigued by the storyline of David Hosp's latest novel. Fortunately, Among Thieves did not disappoint! Location is as much a character in the novel as the people; David Hosp captures the atmosphere of Boston well from Gardner Museum in the Fenway area to South Boston and the streets of Boston. While attorney Scott Finn is a convincing and likable lead character, I was drawn in by Finn's colleagues Lissa Krantz and former detective Kozlowski. Lissa Krantz is a strong independent attorney from a privileged background who cares fiercely about her small circle. Tough and burly, Kozlowski ("Koz") built a reputation for integrity and competence in the Boston Police Department but hadn't gotten along with his superiors; after retiring from the police, Koz built a niche as the investigator of their group. When Finn, Koz, and Lissa take on Malley's case in the course of their practice, they approach his case with professional distance. But the three grow increasingly invested and Malley becomes more than a client as the story evolves. Among Thieves is a satisfying and compelling escape - an art theft mystery and a legal thriller to enjoy. ISBN-10: 0446580155; $24.99 - hardcover Publisher: Grand Central Publishing (January 11, 2010), 384 pages. Review copy provided by the publisher.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago