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CHAPTER10
Mila
For the next several days, I operated out of the hotel room, tracking down bank statements, blueprints, the works, everything I would usually do before stepping foot on a job. Jon kept to his word and let me work on my own for the most part. He did visit me a few times before bed though, insisting on tucking me in himself. It was really quite sweet of him.
I especially adored when he kissed my forehead. That made me feel incredibly special. It let me know he really cared.
I kept him informed of everything I learned from my investigations. He always listened with respect, asking me questions to further his understanding at points as well as for clarification on several things so that he fully grasped the work I’d done in my solitude.
Finally, the time came when I’d exhausted my resources and knew it was time to start making a move. There was nothing more I could do other than step foot in that warehouse. I had the blueprints memorized. I knew the exact number of feet between every door and every window. I could walk the place blindfolded and come out without a scratch.
I stared at my laptop, pretending to work on a spreadsheet while also trying to figure out my next move. I drummed my nails against the wooden surface of the desk.
Realistically, I knew that Jon would probably never actually let me go through with the job myself. He didn’t seem like the type who would let me put myself at risk like that. He’d say it wasn’t safe, that it was too dangerous for me to go through with it.
He was the type of man who would tell me that he’d handle it himself.
I wouldn’t stand for that though.
I hadn’t gotten this far to let that happen. I’d stolen and robbed all my life. Early on, it had been survival, but then I’d made a career out of it because I was good at it. It was a part of me, and I was proud of it. I glanced at the cameras, knowing that Jon could potentially be watching me right now. The moment I walked out the doors of my hotel room, he would know.
My best bet would be to sneak out in the middle of the night. Then he’d most likely be in bed, sleeping and unaware of my movements.
A plan started to formulate in my head. I opened my email. I quickly penned a request to Ricky for materials, lock picks, electronic jammers, the works, plus a can of hairspray and my favorite combat boots. I wanted it all in a backpack behind the dumpster in the alley that butted up to the rear of the hotel.
He wrote back within minutes.
Thought you were supposed to be on vacation, little thief.
I chuckled and typed back.
Something came up and I couldn’t resist.
A few minutes later, his response pinged.
Something… or someone… I’ll have what you need in that location by midnight tonight. Good luck and don’t get caught.
I’d been the one to steal the diamonds in the first place and I was going to be the one to get them back.
I glanced out the window to see that the sun was already beginning to set. I’d eaten dinner several hours ago, but there were still quite a few more to go before I could successfully sneak out of here.
I padded into the bathroom. I glanced at the tub, realizing that I had yet to enjoy the luxurious jets. I turned on the water and poured a healthy dose of bubble bath in the swiftly filling tub, along with a few essential oils that soon surrounded me with an incredibly decadent tropical scent. I breathed in deep and stripped. I poured myself a single glass of wine to enjoy while I soaked and then I climbed in when the tub had filled enough.
My phone pinged.
I submerged, wetting my hair before I pushed myself back up. I dried off my hands and picked up the phone to see a text from Jon.
Enjoy your bath, little girl.
It made me smile.
I will. Thank you, sir.
I relaxed in the bath for a long while, sipping on my drink and running various scenarios over in my head of entry and exit points. It was a mental exercise I always did in the hours before a job. I would consider every possibility that I could think of. Someone being in the warehouse at varying locations. A stuck door. Squeaky hinges. Disintegrating floors. I’d run into it all while in the field before.
By the time I set foot inside that warehouse, I would be more than ready.
An hour passed and then two before I dragged myself out of the tub. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and walked back into the bedroom with my hairbrush. I sat down on the bed and turned on the television, flipping to a movie channel featuring a romantic comedy that I hadn’t seen before.
