Chapter Nine
Thief
Sibyl was waiting for me at the door to her apartment, and she was still wearing her uniform, with the stars on her shoulders. Thus far, she had obeyed my instructions.
“Good evening,” I said and pushed my way in the door, and kicked it shut with my foot. As the door slammed, she started to smile. She liked it rough, I remembered, and that was what she would get.
“Hello, Douglas,” she said. The cover name made me smile, and her answering grin told me that she’d tumbled to the inside joke. “What progress have you made?”
“The mayor’s limousine ran out of gas on his way home from the press conference. That was my doing,” I said, and then pulled her to me. My lips met hers with a crushing force, and I ran my hands up her legs, hips, and then down again. My fingers skat
