Chloe kept her promises when money was involved.
The next morning, I waited on the glass-enclosed walkway above the Vance Galleria's main floor. The quarterly inspection gave me a reason to be there, and my head of security had placed the stolen-card report in my hand. At the time Chloe had announced, she entered with Mia several steps behind.
They headed straight for the ground-floor Hermès boutique. Chloe ignored the staff and pointed at the center display.
"That one. The Himalayan crocodile Birkin with diamond hardware."
The manager, a woman I had personally promoted the year before, checked the display card. "That piece is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, madam."
"I know. Ring it up." Chloe dropped a worn black card onto the marble counter.
It was Arthur's old American Exp
