She’s the kind of professional thief you hire to break into your place to see if it’s possible to break into your place. She’s trustworthy to exactly the extent that she keeps her promises to the letter, and no further. She comes highly recommended by all the right people.
“I paid a lot of money for this vault. I’m told it’s impregnable.”
She smiled. “Anything that can be entered legitimately can be entered criminally.”
“You have my quote in front of you.”
We paid. She smiled, walked out, and we never saw her again. A week went by, and we started making phone calls: where is she, why no contact, how can we get our money back?
It wasn’t until I opened my personal lockbox — virtually a vault-within-a-vault — and found the note she’d left, that I realized she’d been and gone.
Needs work, it said. There weren’t any details.
OK this is freakishly brilliant. The opening paragraph alone is a solid gold "hook." Love.ReplyDelete
Thank you! :)Delete