“DID IT WORK?”
Harper was bouncing with excitement at being part of something grownup and illicit. So I didn’t have the heart to chastise her for waiting out where anyone could see her. Didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d taken off her gloves too soon—the plastic bag she’d slipped the phone into would carry prints.
But I’d dispose of everything carefully enough so she wouldn’t be implicated. The phone, I noted, had both battery and SIM card removed and dropped into the bag separately. So I leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You done good, kid.”
“I know.” Harper was dancing around me now, oblivious to the fact I was leaning on a homemade crutch and barely managing to stay upright. But she was fully human. Unlike me, she couldn’t see in the dark. “That guy on the phon
