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“Well, don’t you look nice and proud standing there,” I whispered to the safe. “You’re no Lola, but I guess you’ll do.”

Yes.

I’d named my practice safe. I’d named them all. Since there was no way to know for sure which safe the king would use, I’d learned to crack every safe.

All of them.

I’d of course researched and tracked the king’s purchase orders and deliveries over the last ten years he’d been in power. And I knew which delivery companies had accounts with safe manufacturers. So, I had a pretty good idea of what I’d be walking into tonight.

But that didn’t discount the possibility that he might have brought his own safe. Something I couldn’t have tracked.

On silent, bare toes I padded to her, taking in the beauty of her design. The clean efficiency of her safeguards.

“Tell me your secrets, pretty lady,” I breathed as I set my bag down.

All the firewalls and redundancies in the world could still be hacked, given enough time and patience.

And that’s why the top-of-the-line, best-of-the-best safes didn’t rely on network connections or electronic passkeys or even electricity.

The best safes used mechanical locks only, reinforced with a layer of concrete, steel, and razor wire just to be safe.

A gazillionaire might think his family jewels were safe behind his own secure network, but someone could still tamper with many of those components without even setting foot on the property.

I wasn’t saying those safes weren’t good.

They were, they just weren’t the best-of-the-best, which is what I stood in front of.

I pressed my ear to the front panel.

“Hey sweets, we’re just gonna get to know each other, all right?”

I smoothed my hand down the front panel to the old-style combination lock and slowly clicked through the numbers, getting a feel for the sound of each click.

Snick, snick, snick.Each number clicked slowly by.Snick, snick.

Snuck.

I froze, hand stiffening on the dial. That was it.

The telltale, hardly perceptible even to vamp ears, sound of a number that was part of the combination.

I glanced at the dial.

Seven.

And moved to the next until I heard the dullersnuckof the next digit in the sequence.

Eighteen.

A grin pulled at my lips as I continued on.

God, it was like taking candy from babies.

I’d be outta here with the loot and off living the dream before I knew it.

Snick, snick, snick.

Clunk.

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