What is my perfect crime?

I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No - I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless.

As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop, it’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come, and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides; I like the cold.

30 years later I get a postcard: I have a son, and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trockadero; she’s been waiting for me all these years, she’s never taken another lover.

I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin - that’s where I stashed the chandelier.