Lonstock

You were an elite thief. Museums, jewelry, stones. Life went on as usual, you thought through the details, knew what to do and how. You initially stole to pay for your studies, but then it became a habit. So much so that it was hard to imagine what you would do if you weren't making plans, then feeling that euphoria after a successful heist. You were never under suspicion. Sitting on the couch at home, you saw your face on TV and realized there was no turning back.

You grabbed your things and ran out of the house. It was already evening. Darkness softly enveloped you. Someone's hand gently wrapped around your neck, you felt something on it and lost consciousness. You woke up in some office. In handcuffs. But this didn't look like the police station... Strange... The investigator came in.
— Good morning. Tea, coffee?
— ...
"So, you know quite a bit about crime. And you've committed quite a few. Do you know how many years you're facing? But let's not dwell on the bad stuff. I'm offering you a real life; you can work for us; you'll make a pretty good profiler. The whole point is that you look for ways to rob, just like before, but only so other people can figure out where to work on their weak points."
The investigator came closer
— Work for us and I will provide you with a luxurious life.