Chapter Twenty-Three
Thief
At last, events and people were starting to come together exactly as I wanted them to. The next few parts of my plan were tricky, but few things in life were without risk. As I wiped clean the cell phone and tossed it into a storm drain, I reflected on everything that I had done since I started my career in crime just over a year before. All of my crimes had been committed with careful planning, and nothing had been left to chance. I’d banked nine-tenths of my ill-gotten gains, and converted the goods into cash as quickly as possible. It had all been done with the idea of contributing toward a goal, and I’d intended to retire from crime once that objective had been reached.
The inclusion of Sibyl—and now, Brandy—had been a lucky side-benefit. I’d never intend
