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“Not one either of us could stand, I’m sure.”

Liam laughed, knowing his dreams of catching bad guys, and Liam’s own for living life on the edge, and as nice as it sounded to be in a cozy love nest, fucking and eating fruits and whatever, he knew they’d grow bored.

“One day, when we get all this out of our system, if you still want to do that…we will revisit the idea.”

“I like the way you think.”

“I’m working for Goldie tonight. Come in and I’ll buy you a drink.”

“You’re on.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Watching the man pullinginto the parking garage, Goldie saw him passing the all-important key to the Bentley over to the valet.

He then took a cab to his high-rise apartment, where he disappeared inside for the evening. Goldie took his notes the old-fashioned way, in a small notebook. Even if a cop got ahold of it, they’d never be able to read his scrawl.

Two full days of following the man around led him to see the guy was precise and scheduled. He didn’t deviate from his routine for an instant. Goldie liked that kind of mark.

Work all day, take the car out of the parking garage for a trip to a little restaurant to have drinks with clients. The Bentley was a talking point when the valet at the restaurant brought his around first. He paid the valets to do that.

Impressed, the clients saw the car and coveted it, thinking that the guy could help them invest their money well enough that they could drive the two-million-dollar car.

The car was tucked into the garage for the night. That’s where it will be taken from. A spot in that garage cost nearly ten grand a month, but it was worth it for the security.

Back at the pub, Goldie gathered in the basement with all the members of their little gang and as he looked around the room, he was happy to say, “It’s almost too easy.”

There was laughter, but Cosmo drummed his hands on the table. “I knew it!”

“The guy is very routine. The hardest part of it will be getting it out of the parking garage where he keeps it. Kepler’s Garage.”

Murphy groaned before he said, “Impossible. That place is locked down tight, cameras all over the place, the security guards are never absent from the front box, and more are walking around the entire time.”

Goldie nodded, but Cosmo asked, “That’s the only place it’s ever parked?”

“No, he always goes to this one restaurant, every day, with clients he’s shmoozing.”

“Why can’t we boost it from there?”

“Broad daylight,” Murphy scoffed.

“Hear me out. It’s a bunch of minimum wage workers that work as valets. You’ve all seen stupid movies and shows where they take the cars out for joy rides. We can get that car and be gone before the owner ever finishes his appetizer.”

“Confidence is sexy,” Abs gave him. “Cosmo, that’s very little time to steal a car like that. Cameras, witnesses, there are a lot of little things that could go wrong.”

“What restaurant is it?” Cosmo asked Goldie.

“The French Connection.”

There was laughter all around and it was Mims that first agreed with Cosmo. “I know, with enough time, Abs and I could break through the security, and we could do something aboutthe guards, but the restaurant sounds like the better choice. We get out of there fast, but I think we need an unfamiliar vehicle.”

“What do you mean, Mims?” Goldie asked.

“A truck we can drive into, hide the Bentley. There are way too many cameras on the way to the drop. This is downtown. From one end to the other. Even with side streets, we’re hitting at least a hundred cameras. That’s not counting cellphones.”

Goldie thought of something crazy. “Rented truck.”

“Come on,” Murphy scoffed. “They know who rents them, Goldie.”

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