As both a memoir and an account of the current state of the FBI, the priorities of international and local policing of art crimes, and a look into the life of an undercover detective, this book was an incredibly entertaining episodic compilation of a topic that can easily become complex and confusing. So, while I read it all in the space of 24 hours, I sort of wished the writing was more, perhaps, literary? Erudite? I don't know, it just felt unevenly colloquial (in places where it shouldn't be) and formal, and often repetitive in syntax. Nevertheless, I was fascinated by the complexities of Wittman's successful dealings and always grateful at the end of each chronicle for the work he did in recovering important items of cultural and historical heritage. All I can think of, now, is the missed opportunity of recovering the stolen Gardner works, and how far out of our reach they might be now.