This book started off strong. The premise, while cliched, was a good one. A reformed master thief is forced out of retirement to steal a priceless artifact out of the Vatican, only to discover his actions have had more dire and sinister consequences then he could have imagined. Unfortunately, that is where Doetsch started to lose me. Instead of having our protagonist going up against a group of international terrorists or an evil fanatic set on advancing his religious agenda, the story flies off into the realm of the Supernatural. While I am always happy to suspend belief in the name of a good story, this one just had me rolling my eyes over and over again. Between the campy dialogue and frequent "you've got to be kidding me" plot twists, this book ended up disappointing me.