Having a hard time transitioning from jewel thief to happy housewife, Penelope will do whatever it takes prove her innocence when a series of break-ins across the Upper East Side has her FBI agent husband trying to peg the blame on her.
She’s a famous jewel thief.
What’s that saying? Keep your friends close…and your husband closer.
Being a retired jewel thief certainly has its perks.
1. Oh, wait.
2. No it doesn’t.
Without the thrill of the chase, life’s been pretty dull. Penelope gardens, drives her gorgeous husband up the wall, and watches as her old world slowly slips away. But what’s that old saying? When one thief closes the door…a copycat jimmies open a window.
And now all fingers at the FBI are pointed at her.
Set up to take the fall for thefts worth millions, Penelope have no choice but to strap on her heels and help her FBI agent husband track the thief. Grant might not think he needs a partner, but this is one case only a true professional can solve. Besides, she’s got to know who’s been taking her bad name in vain.
Let’s just hope curiosity doesn’t kill the cat burglar.