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The Heart of Dark Desires won’t be in a bank vault. That’s cowardly and boring to a man like him, even if it makes the best sense, security-wise.
It’s at his home.
Question is, where’s that? Where he sleeps might not be his home.
Then again, the mansion is where he conducts business and pleasure. Where he’s seen.
Maybe it’s there.
If it is, it’ll be in an office, the one he uses, where he locks up things of importance but not things that he takes out to admire or gloat over.
I’m not sure that man knows how to do that.
If it’s not there…
I’ll locate the place he calls home.
“Do you and Hendrick’s wallet want some alone time? Are you fucking conversing with it on another plane of existence, and did it used to be called Bessie?” The heavy sarcasm in Harry’s voice snaps me out of the contemplation.
“Bertha,” I say, “she was an evil cow.”
“Can cows be evil?” Harry raises a brow.
“Anything can be.” I grab my drink and toss some back quickly, trying not to shudder at it. I pull my legs up onto the sofa. “I was trying to work out where Hendrick keeps the necklace.”
“The wallet is letting you know?”
I look at her, flip it open, and pretend to be listening to its secrets. “Bertha, tell me everything.”
Shaking her head, she crowds me and plucks the license. Harry whistles low.
“Changing teams?” I ask as she settles back into her side of the sofa.
“I’m just saying this man takes a killer photo.”
“Emphasis,” I say, “on the killer.”
The wallet’s clean. There’s almost one thousand in cash and that’s it.
“This is almost perfect, possibly the best fake ID I’ve seen.” She holds out the license to me.
I pluck it from her and look at it. She’s right, it’s a stellar fake.
“Fake,” I say, “like his date’s tits?”
“I haven’t seen them, so I don’t know if they’re fake or perfect.” She whips out her phone and sits back, obviously searching for Elsa on the internet. “Ooh, yeah, now that’s my kind of prime veal. Young, pretty, well-brought up, and loaded. And those are real titties.” Suddenly Harry looks at me. “Jealous?”
“No.” My answer comes a little quickly. “But I don’t need some clinging socialite in my way at the gala.”
“You’re meant to be robbing him, not dating him.”
“That kind of girl is going to drag him off all over the place for sex.” I might be a little…annoyed by his pedestrian tastes.
I wouldn’t call it jealousy, though.
“Uh huh. And you’re going to rob him at the gala?”
I think about it. Jac wants that. To a man like him, the gala is perfect. But things don’t always work that way. “I’m casing the joint, and if it’s there, it’s mine. So yeah, his gala.”
