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I slip out of the door, tossing the goggles off of my head the second I’m outside. There’s no streetlights by this alleyway, the moon giving off the only light.
A little snort of laughter brings my attention to the woman leaning against the side of the building, the moonlight giving me just enough to make out her features. Her lips pull up in a grin around a cigarette.
“The goggles weren’t overkill, Arch?” she asks as she looks at the discarded goggles.
I scoff, “Of course they weren’t. I’m a master thief with a lot of skills in my arsenal, but unfortunately seeing in the dark isn’t on that list, Indy.”
“Guess not,” she says, snubbing the cigarette out against the side of the building and sticking the remainder of the stem in her pocket when it's cool enough.
“Thanks for not leaving evidence at my crime scene,” I tell her as I pass the painting over to her.
“You’re welcome.” Sarcasm drips from her words.
“Have it at the drop point by twelve thirty. I should be there within the hour.”
“I know the deal,” she assures me before giving me a mock salute and heading down the street where I can just barely see her car sitting in the shadows.
“Hey!” I call out.
“What?”
“Take these with you.” I pick up the goggles, blindly tossing them her way.
“Fuck, you about took my knee out,” she swears. “You’re lucky it wasn’t my car.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget-”
“Twelve thirty,” she cuts me off and I take that as a goodbye.
I suck in a deep breath before easing the side door back open and moving back inside. Ten seconds before the lights come back on.
“Ah, and we have light,” the host tries to joke, but even I can hear the tension in his voice as he gestures at his guests.
He doesn’t notice that his painting is missing. It's likely he won’t even notice before the night is over. And when he does, he won’t be able to report it. How can you report a stolen item stolen?
I look up at the clock.
12:00
Time for me to make my exit.
I turn, pausing as I find the same blue eyed man from before looking at me. He raises a brow and I offer him a smirk even as my heart rate picks up a little bit, because the look… It's almost as if he knows what I’ve done.
But there’s no fucking way.
I force my feet to move, heading to the exit, a hot gaze burning into the back of my neck.
I brush off any worries.
There’s no way the man knows.
I’ve been at this for over a decade now and I’ve never gotten caught once, and that’s not going to change tonight.
CHAPTER ONE: RIAN
The windy city can go to hell, maybe then it’ll finally stop freezing my tits off.
I shiver, watching a puff of smoke form in front of my lips.
