Lisa’s heart was pounding. It had seemed such a great idea sitting around the table at Moletti’s – each of them going to a different store and shoplifting something, anything. Whoever came back with the most expensive swag won, except if someone brought back a really outrageous trophy, the group could vote her the winner. Eight girls and not one needed to steal. They’d gone to the same exclusive schools from the time they were four, and most people would have considered their parents wealthy. Financially they would have been right. Emotionally was another story.