“I don’t like this,” Brodie said through the earpiece Tuck had given her to wear before she left her apartment. It was so tiny that she worried it would be stuck in her ear canal for good. But he had assured her that it wouldn’t. With her hair down to conceal it from anyone who got too close, she was confident it would remain discreet.
“No s**t, Sherlock,” Art’s voice came through too.
Zara kept walking along the sidewalk towards the Grand Hotel. It was dark and those who were in town at this time were dressed up for dates and functions. Given her mission, the gold, scoop neck, silk dress she wore was activity appropriate, but it didn’t match her mood. Seeing so much sparkle was unsettling when she knew there were criminals loitering around who might be tempted by the jewels.
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