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“Fuck if I know. She must be good,” Mask answers as he laughs a little. I don’t think this is that funny, but he seems to think it is. One little girl could get past all of us and steal our shit. She has skills, that’s for sure.

“This is fucked up,” Van adds.

“No shit. She hit over twenty of us in one night, and we all fell for it,” I tell them. The guys grunt as I run my hand through my hair, trying to figure this out. I can’t believe she did this alone. I didn’t see her around anyone else or leave with anyone else for that matter. It makes no sense.

“Well, we know where she works,” Van declares as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“This is true. We could always show up there,” I suggest.

“At her job?” Mask asks like it’s the worst idea we’ve ever had.

“Yeah, at her job. What the fuck, Mask?”

“You can’t just show up at her job, brother.”

“Why not?”

“She’ll get fired,” he says.

“She took our shit, brother. You don’t think that warrants a visit?”

“You can make a house call.”

“You want me to find out where she lives?”

“Where do you think she’s storin’ that shit?” he asks. That does make sense. She would have it all at her place. I suppose making a house call wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’ll do it,” I volunteer.

“You up for that?”

“She can’t do shit to me.”

“She could hurt you. You’re still healin’ up, Pike.”

“You think I’d let some little girl like Jailbait hurt me?” I ask him. Mask chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. Asshole.

“Don’t know, brother. She might get the best of you.”

“No, the fuck she wouldn’t. I can handle her.”

“Can you?” he asks. I nod my head.

“Yeah, I can.”

“Fine. Then you find her. Find out where she lives and make yourself at home until you find our shit.” I nod my head before I walk away and head toward the office. I know I can hack into the files at her work and find the address for her. What I don’t know is if she lives alone. I guess that will be another surprise for later.

I sit at the desk and open the tab before I start typing. I’m in her information in minutes and find out what I want. I jot the address down on a sheet of paper before folding it up and stuffing it in my pocket. Then I stand and head out of the room.

“You didn’t find it already,” Mask says.

“I have a special set of skills, brother. I told you I’d find her.”

“You like her,” Van chimes in. I flip him off and walk to the bar, grabbing a beer before taking it down.

“Doesn’t matter. She’s a thief. One I plan on handlin’ too.”

“You gonna lose your shit on that poor girl?” Van asks.

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