Ignoring her uncle’s menacing glare, she dropped her bag in the entryway and headed into the living room, taking the chair farthest from the cockroach. “Let’s make this quick—I’ve got things to do.”
Rudy joined them, settling in next to Travis. He wanted to lecture her. She could feel it simmering in the air, quickly moving to a boil. But right now, he wanted the intel more.Thatwas her leverage. That wouldalwaysbe her leverage.
For now, she needed to play it smart. Let them think she was all in, as promised.
“It’s like you figured.” She glanced down at the papers spread across the coffee table—twice as many surveillance photos as they’d shown her last time. “The guy’s loaded.”
“Loaded and locked down,” Travis said. “Right?”
“Extremelylocked down. The place is a vault.” Charley updated them on the security situation, leaving out certain details, embellishing others, giving them just enough to salivate over while still buying herself some wiggle room to figure out her next steps. “And right now, he’s got a bunch of family in town.”
She’d expected that bit of news to piss Rudy off, but he only sighed.
Weird.
“For how long?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. Apparently, there was a death in the family.”
Nodding as if this was no big deal, Rudy tapped the floor plans on the table. “Walk me through the house, room by room. I need to know what’s in there.”
Charley patiently pointed out each room—master bedroom, additional bedrooms, sitting room, living room, formal dining room, on and on—listing off some of the high-end pieces that had decorated each. She omitted the elevator, and glossed over the basement quickly, trying to keep their attention on the main floors.
“You sure you searched the basement completely?” Travis asked. “No poker room, media room, other places he might stash some art?”
Charley shook her head.
“I don’t buy it,” he said. “Rich jackoff like that? I bet he’s—”
“Look, guys,” Charley said, determined to keep control of the situation. “Dorian Redthorne isn’t some frat-boy stockbroker. He’s not even much of an entertainer—the fundraiser was apparently a once-in-a-lifetime event. He’s just a wealthy, somewhat reclusive businessman and collector—that’s it.”
And an immortal vampire who could tear your beating hearts out of your chests…
The image almost made her smile, but it wasn’t a serious option. For all his faults, Dorian wasn’t a murderer. He’d said it himself—vampires had laws against killing humans.
Besides, if Rudy died, where the hell would that leave Charley? She had no access to money, to the deed of her father’s condo. Rudy wasn’t just her uncle—he was her benefactor. Her sole source of income.
“What about the cars?” Travis asked. “Tell me he showed you the cars.”
Charley sighed. Being around these men always felt like a test, and she had a sneaking suspicion they still had people watching the property, which meant they might’ve seen her driving the Ferrari.
Again, she shared as little of the truth as possible.
“We took one of the cars out earlier,” she said. “Honestly, I don’t even know what kind it was. Cars aren’t my area of expertise, but yeah, there are a lot of them, and they look pretty.”
Not to mention, incredibly fun to drive.Despite the seriousness of the situation, it was hard for Charley not to smile at the memory of driving that Ferrari, the wind in her hair as she sped along the open road. She still couldn’t believe Dorian had let her drive it.
“Pretty, or expensive?” Travis asked.
“Both?” Charley shrugged. “I don’t really know. That’s your department.”
Travis nodded, surprisingly non-confrontational. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head. As far as Charley knew, Rudy had never fenced cars before, but Travis’ involvement seemed to change things.
“So that about does it,” Charley said, rising from the chair. “I’ll get you the list of pieces once I’ve had a chance to think about everything again, but this should give you a pretty good idea of what’s going on over there.”
“Very informative,” Rudy said, unable to keep the note of satisfaction from his voice.
Charley finally relaxed. All in all, her presentation had been pretty convincing—she could see it in the way Rudy smiled now, greedy and eager, eyes glittering with the promise of a hot score.
