I’ve done this a hundred times.
Slip in, take what’s shiny, slip out. No lights, no noise, no faces.
Tonight the mark is a big glass-and-timber house on the edge of the lake. Rich b***h, lives alone, always gone on weekends. Except tonight she isn’t gone. I find that out the second I ease the bedroom window up.
Moonlight spills across the bed like spilled milk.
And there she is.
Sprawled on her stomach, sheet kicked to the footboard, completely naked.
Long dark hair fanned over the pillow, back arched just enough that the curve of her ass catches the silver light. One knee drawn up, thighs parted. The soft lips of her p***y glint, already wet, like she was touching herself before she passed out.
My pulse slams in my ears.
I should leave. Grab the jewelry box on the dresser and ghos
