Page 36 of The Kat Bunglar

Kat winced.

“Chris—Christmas—he’s awake,” she whispered, jerking her chin toward Gabriel.

Christian glanced at him.

“Oh shit. Should we knock him out again?”

“NO!” Kat and Gabriel yelled in unison.

Christian shrugged. “I mean, I could grab a skillet from the kitchen...”

“No need.” Kat eyed Gabriel warily. “He passed out again.”

As they wheeled their suitcases toward the door, something shifted.

One of the Rajasthani paintings tilted forward. Christian reached out, adjusting it—The entire painting fell. And behind it—A stainless steel safe. Their jaws dropped.

“Holy shit,” Christian squealed. “We have to get in there.”

Kat’s fingers flew across her phone. “Is there an app for this?”

Christian grabbed a fire poker from the mantle. “I’m sure it just needs a few good whacks.”

“That’s not how safes work!” Kat found a YouTube tutorial.

Left, four times. Click.

Right, three times. Click.

One last turn—

The safe door creaked open with a heavy sigh, revealing... a single envelope. Kat’s heart skipped. She reached in quickly, her fingers brushing the envelope’s smooth surface.

“Is that it?” Christian muttered, her disappointment palpable.

Kat didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the envelope, the weight of it oddly heavy in her hands. Just then—A shrill alarm blared.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Christian cursed, her face draining of color. “We have to GO.”

Kat turned—And locked eyes with Gabriel.

He had seen everything.

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