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I pace. She joins me. “They’ll blame each other, Lena.”
“Okay, but they have this rivalry of hate and revenge and secrets.” I look at her. “Death, blood, violence and murder…”
“It’s not that different from most of the people we deal with,” Harry points out. “Rich dudes who want stolen merch are usually scary dudes.”
“That,” I say, “is my point.”
She blows out air and spins to pace backward so she can face me. “What? I wanna look at your pretty face.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I say absently. “Thing is, the rich dudes we deal with aren’t the Quinate. Even that sadistic gun runner’s a fluffy puppy in comparison. Our clients bring in big bucks for us because the rich and corrupt love being close to the richer and more corrupt. They love the powerful so they can feel powerful.”
“Losing you, babe.” She holds out a hand and ticks off things. “They aren’t the Quinate. They’re just members.”
“Which means,” I say, “they’re the Quinate.”
“Maybe by having them fight each other we’ll be doing the Quinate as a whole a favor?”
I stare at her. “How?”
“By them airing their bad blood?” She shrugs again. “How bad could it be? Slinging knife-filled insults? Don’t know, never been part of the Quinate.”
I stop. “What if it really does belong to this Hendrick?”
“But what if it belongs to blondie Jac?” Harry asks.
“You know if I take the job, we’re fucked.”
“You’re the best I know.” Harry squeezes my arm. “Take this job and we’re untouchable. We can do future jobs for the thrill, the fun, because we want. We deserve to be rich.”
“I don’t want to get caught in the middle…”
“You’ll be part of the legacy of the Heart of Dark Desires. You’re the baddest fucking bitch in town. The one who can steal anything.”
“This,” I say, “is trouble.”
I’ll have to locate it and then break in, then dismantle any alarms, which won’t be easy because this guy will have them out the wazoo.
“I just thought of something and you’re not going to like it. But…” Harry takes a breath. “We’re stealing from one to give to another. With other jobs, we cover our asses, move things about, pay for the independent evaluator and all the other small parts. Fees on fees on fees. We don’t need to do all that here. It’s going straight to Jac.”
“I don’t like it.” We authenticate, we go through a lot of steps for good reasons. “Harry?”
“It’s risky, but…” She stops, puts her hands on her hips. “They can war all they like and while they figure out who really owns it, we fuck off with all the money.”
I sigh because I want this challenge. And if we do what she’s suggesting, it’s thirty-six mill of all those millions for me and twenty-four for her. It’s worth it. That’s gross profit. There are fees of course, costs are always there, even without the usual middlemen.
Laundering, investments, carefully crafted tax havens and payouts.
Costs always exist.
But if we start with that kind of amount each, the net profit is great. Add the legend of the necklace and… “Who do I have to meet?”
“Jac Miller. I’ve arranged it.” Harry flashes a smile. “He loves pretty. He loves sexy. Go be a pretty, sexy thing for him.”
“When?”
She checks her watch. “Half an hour.”
“Bitch.”
