Grab (Letty Dobesh #3) Read Free Page A

device off the undercarriage.
    He looked up, grinning.
    She said, "I was thinking."
    "Yeah?"
    "You wanna walk around the crater."
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    It was God-awful hot, Letty already sweating.
    Isaiah moved slowly along the footpath. They had to keep stopping to let the tour group up ahead gain distance.
    " Ever hear of a man named Richter?" he asked.
    " What thief hasn't? The rock star grifter we all want to be. But he's just a myth. Urban legend."
    " Actually, he's not."
    "You've met him?"
    "I'm doing a job with him."
    Letty felt a pulse of energy ride up the bones of her legs into her stomach, like it had come from the ground beneath her feet.
    "Where's the job?"
    "Four and a half hours from where you stand."
    She stopped.
    Shielded her eyes from the sun as she stared up at him. He was smiling but his eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses.
    "Vegas?"
    "Fabulous Las Vegas."
    She said, "A man I respect very much once told me that of all the jobs in the world, the only one I should never touch was a casino. Said 'there's all this money floating around waiting for us just to reach up and grab it. Why rob it from the pit of hell?'"
    They walked again.
    "I'm part of Richter's ten-man crew," Isaiah said.
    "What's your superpower ?"
    "Brute force. Weapons. I was Force Recon back in the day. So the vault in one of the major casinos is having its security system overhauled this coming weekend. We don't know if it's Friday, Saturday, or Sunday."
    "I'm not going into any god damn vault. I'll just tell you that right now."
    "Me and you both, sister. Here's the cool part. They don't trust nobody. Not even the security company personnel. Two hours before the install, they box the cash up and cart it from the vault area into a room in the hotel. Of course, the money is still guarded by its own private army, but at least there's no vault to break it out of."
    "And what? Richter has a guy on the inside?"
    "Exactly. At some point on Friday, twenty-four to thirty-six hours from now, Richter will get a call or a text from his contact. They'll tell him when the security install is happening and which room in the hotel will be housing all that cash. Richter's plan is ingenious. The crew gains access to the room directly underneath. We go through the ceiling, set up an ambush, and let the money come to us."
    "You have blueprints of the hotel?"
    "No. Too many variables and possibilities. We'll have to finalize our game plan once we see the room they've chosen."
    "Sounds super risky."
    "For sure. But the probability of success is much greater than if we had to go through a vault, grab the cash, and fight our way back out through the casino. No amount of money could get me to sign up for that shit."
    "I guess I'm just confused. I mean, the idea of working with Richter sounds intriguing . But I'm having a hard time seeing where I fit into all of this. Your plan sounds solid. What do you need me for?"
    "Jav said you could be trusted."
    "I can."
    "You wouldn't be working with Richter."
    "I don't understand."
    "R ichter put the crew together, but he's doing one thing in this whole deal. He's giving us the room number and the time. It's his contact at the hotel. I give him that. But he ain't gonna be anywhere near the hotel room when the half-dozen armed guards roll in with the money."
    " His contact, his show, right?"
    "He's taking half. Other nine of us are splitting the rest. And it's like we should be grateful for the privilege. That sound right to you?"
    "Not so much."
    "So I'm thinking, sure Richter's a legend, but fuck him."
    "How exactly?"
    "I'm running a shadow crew. Brought in Jerrod and Stu, two of my boys from Iraq. We're going to take down this money. Estimate is thirty-eight to forty mil. Split that four ways, including you, we're talking possibly seven zeroes apiece. You know what I call that?"
    "No, what do you call that?"
    "I call that you ain't gotta do shit ever again money. I call that living right for the rest of your life money.