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last thing any con wanted.
    I'd been at this long enough, however, that it was easy for me to simply walk away from the building. With slow, casual steps, I headed down the sidewalk. I walked a few blocks, then cut over to a pale silver car that was waiting for me.
    “That was fast,” the driver said, her Irish accent giving the statement an adorable lilt. With her dark hair and sparkling green eyes, she was definitely one of my more attractive clients.
    “What can I say?” I flashed her one of my charming smiles. “I’m good at my job.”
    I handed her the portfolio, and she took a quick look at the contents. Of course, it wasn’t enough time to ascertain whether the paintings I stole were originals, and I wasn’t pulling one over on her, but I'd worked for this particular client before, and she knew that I was an honorable thief.
    “The funds will be wired into your account within the hour. At what destination shall I drop you off?”
    I let out a scoff and leaned back, my six and a half feet frame filling most of the back seat. “Please, as if you don’t know where I’m staying and what I had for breakfast this morning.”
    “Just trying to be polite,” she said with a smile, turning on her blinker and merging into traffic.
    I smiled as I looked out at the city, taking in everything from the buildings that kissed the sky, down to the street vendors hawking their faux wears. It was a dangerous but wonderful playground, and I was certainly ready for more.
    After all, all work and no play made Bron a very dull boy.

Chapter Three

Karis
    I leafed through the stack of papers in front of me, skimming over the different reports.
    “Um, Alverez?”
    “Um what, rookie?”
    “Is this really a report from the day after I finished cleaning your desk the last time?”
    She squinted at the file in my hand from where she was sitting at her own desk. “How am I supposed to know? What’s the date?”
    “The day after I finished cleaning your desk the last time.”
    “Well then, there’s your answer.” Her phone rang shrilly before I could retort with something pithy. “Agent Alverez.” Her eyebrows furrowed, something she only did when she was trying to figure something out. “What happen to the whole confined to desk duty thing?” Her eyes narrowed while she listened. “No, I’m not arguing, I just want to make sure we’re clear.” She stood up. “Alright, text me the address and we’ll head right out.” She promptly hung up and looked at me, eyes bright with excitement. “Get your shit together. We’re going out in the field.”
    “Yeah, I gathered as much. What’s going on?”
    “You walk, I’ll talk. Let’s go.”
    I complied, grabbing my jacket and gun, throwing it on as we sped through the office. For having such short legs, my partner certainly managed to cover a lot of space.
    “So here’s the deal,” she said, ever the efficient agent. “An art museum's been robbed, and several important pieces are gone from their collection. We just got the call.”
    I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Barely. I'd thought we'd been called in on something interesting. “A museum? How thrilling. Just let me grab my bulletproof vest for the exciting firefights we’ll no doubt be plunged into.”
    Benita shot me one of her signature looks. “Be careful with that sharp wit of yours, you could cut someone.” We reached the parking lot, and I saw her falter as she tried to remember where she’d left her car.
    “You’re to the right, section 6H.”
    “How did you–” She glared up at me. “Stupid tall people and your natural advantages.”
    “Yeah, yeah. You can ask for a shorter partner when we get back.”
    “Nah, it’s useful having someone around who can reach the coffee filters they always keep on the top shelf in the break room.”
    I laughed as we reached her car. She'd been bragging about her baby since the first time I'd met her. Personally, I wasn't much of a fan of Jeeps, but she