“You mean he didn’t have a key? How is he skilled at those types of things?”
“No, he didn’t have a key to get in. Becca, he’s just got out of prison.”
“What?” I gulped.
Oh my god, I had a convict in my home? Had he escaped from prison?
“He was inside for a few years for burglary.”
“What?” I repeated, unable to believe my ears.
“He’s not your average robber. He thinks of himself as some sort of professional diamond thief and only robs from the high profile places,” Jace spoke, rolling his eyes again at what he was saying. “So, he can pretty much get into most buildings.”
“Jeez… are you sure he won’t get back in to where I am? Had he served his sentence, or…?” I urged, feeling that concern ebb over me again.
“Yes, he didn’t break out of jail. And as for your apartme
