The job took only three minutes. At 10:30 a.m., a tiny grey Citroën delivery truck double-parked in front of Clerc's jewelry shop, on the Place du Casino across from Monte Carlo's tourist-draped Hôtel de París. Three men in smocks, mountaineer hoods and submachine guns jumped out; one took station at the door. Inside the store, the smaller hood yanked the telephone wire and smacked an employee while the larger hood snapped a burst of bullets through the window of a display case.
As alarm bells rang, the two men coolly ladled a stream...
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