Chapter Fifteen
Thief
I entered Sibyl’s building that night filled with elation. I’d just come back from a successful penetration of a New Orleans townhouse. Arnie Corliss, a prominent gambler on the poker circuit, had been relieved of two hundred thousand in thousand dollar bills. I’d dropped off my deposit at CBBI earlier that day, and had inched closer to my goal. I was so elated that I almost missed the fact that there was a new doorman on duty.
Almost!
I felt in my pocket for my emergency kit, and felt relieved that it was still there. If Sibyl was going to try something, she was going to be very sorry.
She met me at the door and smiled at me. “Come in,” she said. She was not wearing her usual nightgown, and there was no perfume on her face that I could smell. Worse still was th
