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“That’s the easy part,” I admitted.
His head snapped my way. “What’s the hard part?”
“Stayin’ clear of the police until I get it where it needs to be.”
Tank whistled and looked at the house again. “The plan?”
“This guy’s a car dealer. He’s got the Maserati which has dealer plates and an SUV registered in his wife’s name. I’ll get us in, you work on switching out the plate from the SUV to the Maserati.”
“Why?”
“When he reports it stolen, he’ll report it with dealer plates. Nobody ever fucking looks at their license plates so he’ll just say that’s what’s on the Maserati. As long as both cars have plates, he’ll never think to check if they’ve been switched.”
“If he does?”
“If he does, and he reports it before we get it to the next location”—I glanced at Tank—“then we’re fucked.”
I started across the street, Tank falling into step beside me while I continued. “After you switch the plates, just follow my lead.”
“We goin’ in now?” Tank asked. “Shouldn’t we wait, let him fall asleep.”
“Been watching him for a week. He does the same shit every night. Goes in, takes about a twenty-minute shower. His wife’s always in bed by ten, and it’s almost eleven, so when he finishes that shower, he’ll be up for hours. We have about fifteen minutes to get this done.”
“That possible?”
“Used to do it in less than six.”
“That was a long time ago, brother.”
I smirked. “Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my touch.”
We walked silently to the garage door on the side, careful not to trip the motion lights on the way. Pulling a few tools from my pocket, I picked the lock that I’ve picked several times this week while no one was around just to sharpen the skills I hadn’t used in years.
The door clicked, and I pushed it open, quickly walking through. Tank followed just as quickly and closed the door behind him. Pulling a few more tools from my pocket, I handed them to him and pointed at the motion light. He nodded once and moved in that direction to disable it so when we pulled the car out, that light would not turn on.
I moved across the garage to the door leading into the house and gently opened it. Seeing only darkness, I strained until I heard water running. The master bedroom and bathroom were on the other side of the garage wall, which was one of the reasons I chose this house. I could make sure I heard what was going on so if he strayed from his normal routine, we could abort this mission and come back tomorrow.
Closing the door, I moved to the Maserati and got to work. Within two minutes, I had the car alarm disabled, and Tank had the plates changed. Motioning to Tank, I had him lift the garage door manually while I put the car in neutral. We were out the door within a minute and down the road within two. We hadn’t made a sound.
We both hopped in, and I started the engine, enjoying the growl only a hundred-thousand-dollar car could make. Tank smirked while I drove the backroads I knew all too well, and I grinned in his direction. “Needed you back then. Would’ve made a shit ton of money.”
He snickered, but then his face shuttered when he saw what I did, lights flashing ahead. Pulling to the side, I watched for a minute, but noticed officers heading up the driveway to a big fucking house on the hill, but it was when I heard the fire sirens that I smiled.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?”
“We just hit the jackpot, brother.” Pulling away from the curb, I headed in the direction of the cops, stopped at the intersection, waited for the fire truck to pass and then slid through, completely undetected because of the distractions. Without even glancing back, I moved quickly through the streets, enjoying the power beneath me.
“You miss this shit?”
I thought about it but was happy when I realized what I never thought could be possible. “I don’t miss stealing them. Don’t miss staking out places. Don’t miss the fear of a prison sentence. But I do miss the cars.”
Tank snorted and looked around the interior. “Don’t blame you there, brother.”
“Got about an hour drive,” I announced. “You’re on lookout. You see anything, just holler.”
“Gotcha,” Tank answered. We drove in silence for a long time before Tank spoke again. “You said this was the last one. How many others you got?”
“Just one.” I scanned the dark country road, making sure to stay alert. “Porsche Spyder. I dropped it early this morning.”
