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fucking wild bunch. We're going to be charging in with Taser cartridges. They'll be carrying something with a tad more bite. Full-auto subs if I had to guess. We got no margin for error on this takedown. It has to be fast and quiet. One minute, they sitting around chillin'. The next they're twitching on the floor. We're gonna have to ball gag and zip-tie a minimum of six men inside of twenty seconds."
Isaiah call ed Mark again but he wasn't answering.
"Something's wrong," he said.
"Yeah," Stu said, "he prolly decided to bail and get stoned. Where'd you find this kid anyway?"
"He c ame recommended. Highly."
"Well, he was our uplink to the room. To the hallway. Without him, we got no eyes. Without him...I think we're done."
Isaiah bristled. "Done?"
"How we supposed to pull this off coming in blind?"
"You're looking at a ten million dollar payday and you talking about walking away that easy?"
"I didn't come out to Vegas to die."
Isaiah looked at Letty.
"What?" she said.
He stood and walked over to the wet bar, opened one of the cabinets.
She said, "Hell no."
He smiled. "Not saying it ain't gonna be tight, but I'm thinking we can fit you in there. You gonna be our eyes."
"Hell no ."
"Really? That's cool. I'll cram Stu in there and you can bust in here with the big boys, facing down sub -machineguns with a Taser. I mean, if you feel that'd be your best contribution to the team..."
16
It was dark, cramped, and muggy in the cabinet. Letty crouched with her knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her iPhone was set to silent, and she clutched it in her right hand.
1: 34 a.m.
With the slab of marble flooring in the bathroom back in place, she couldn't hear the boys in the room below. Nothing in fact but the throbbing of her heart like some anxious drum.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
A week ago a waitress.
Now this?
Robbing a casino?
But it was beyond exhilarating, and she hadn't even thought of using in hours.
Her phone lit up—Isaiah texting.
call if you can
She dialed .
" Tell me you found Mark."
" He's AWOL."
"Seriously?"
"Still ain't answering."
" Shit."
" He was our ride out of Dodge. Had the radio, the scanners down cold."
"So what now?"
"What now? Nothing now. We stand the fuck down." She felt a flare of relief, a pang of regret. "I hate this," he said, "but we gotta be ready to roll. Can't just camp out on the roof of the convention center with nine duffel bags full of cash. Hoping to somehow figure this shit out before the sun rises and the S.W.A.T. rolls in."
Letty closed her eyes, surprised as the needle swung firmly into regret.
"It's the score of a lifetime," she said.
" You think I need to hear that shit?"
"I have an idea," she said.
"What?"
"We need a driver, right? That's all?"
"Yeah."
"Call you back."
I n the darkness of the cabinet, she searched her call history.
Please don't have done anything stupid. Please. Please. Please.
Christian answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Letty. I wake you?"
"N o."
"You okay?"
"I haven't done anything yet, if that's what you're calling about."
"I have something to ask you."
"Thought you weren't going to try and save me."
"I'm not ." Not entirely true. She cracked the cabinet door so she could keep an eye on the entrance to the suite.
"What's going on, Letty?"
"Remember when I asked you what it would take for you to want to live?"
"Yeah."
"And you said a new experience."
"Right."
"What if I could give you that? Right now."
"You could give me a new experience."
"Yes."
"I wa sn't talking about sex, Letty. Much as I like you—"
"I'm not either."
"So what are you talking about?"
"What kind of car did you drive out to Vegas?"
"Excuse me?"
"What kind of car did you drive here?"
"A Suburban. Why?"
She felt her heart swell with hope, said, "You really want a taste of something new? Something so far out of your realm of experience, it's gonna blow your mind?"
"Yes, Letty."
"Even if it's
Isaiah call ed Mark again but he wasn't answering.
"Something's wrong," he said.
"Yeah," Stu said, "he prolly decided to bail and get stoned. Where'd you find this kid anyway?"
"He c ame recommended. Highly."
"Well, he was our uplink to the room. To the hallway. Without him, we got no eyes. Without him...I think we're done."
Isaiah bristled. "Done?"
"How we supposed to pull this off coming in blind?"
"You're looking at a ten million dollar payday and you talking about walking away that easy?"
"I didn't come out to Vegas to die."
Isaiah looked at Letty.
"What?" she said.
He stood and walked over to the wet bar, opened one of the cabinets.
She said, "Hell no."
He smiled. "Not saying it ain't gonna be tight, but I'm thinking we can fit you in there. You gonna be our eyes."
"Hell no ."
"Really? That's cool. I'll cram Stu in there and you can bust in here with the big boys, facing down sub -machineguns with a Taser. I mean, if you feel that'd be your best contribution to the team..."
16
It was dark, cramped, and muggy in the cabinet. Letty crouched with her knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her iPhone was set to silent, and she clutched it in her right hand.
1: 34 a.m.
With the slab of marble flooring in the bathroom back in place, she couldn't hear the boys in the room below. Nothing in fact but the throbbing of her heart like some anxious drum.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
A week ago a waitress.
Now this?
Robbing a casino?
But it was beyond exhilarating, and she hadn't even thought of using in hours.
Her phone lit up—Isaiah texting.
call if you can
She dialed .
" Tell me you found Mark."
" He's AWOL."
"Seriously?"
"Still ain't answering."
" Shit."
" He was our ride out of Dodge. Had the radio, the scanners down cold."
"So what now?"
"What now? Nothing now. We stand the fuck down." She felt a flare of relief, a pang of regret. "I hate this," he said, "but we gotta be ready to roll. Can't just camp out on the roof of the convention center with nine duffel bags full of cash. Hoping to somehow figure this shit out before the sun rises and the S.W.A.T. rolls in."
Letty closed her eyes, surprised as the needle swung firmly into regret.
"It's the score of a lifetime," she said.
" You think I need to hear that shit?"
"I have an idea," she said.
"What?"
"We need a driver, right? That's all?"
"Yeah."
"Call you back."
I n the darkness of the cabinet, she searched her call history.
Please don't have done anything stupid. Please. Please. Please.
Christian answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Letty. I wake you?"
"N o."
"You okay?"
"I haven't done anything yet, if that's what you're calling about."
"I have something to ask you."
"Thought you weren't going to try and save me."
"I'm not ." Not entirely true. She cracked the cabinet door so she could keep an eye on the entrance to the suite.
"What's going on, Letty?"
"Remember when I asked you what it would take for you to want to live?"
"Yeah."
"And you said a new experience."
"Right."
"What if I could give you that? Right now."
"You could give me a new experience."
"Yes."
"I wa sn't talking about sex, Letty. Much as I like you—"
"I'm not either."
"So what are you talking about?"
"What kind of car did you drive out to Vegas?"
"Excuse me?"
"What kind of car did you drive here?"
"A Suburban. Why?"
She felt her heart swell with hope, said, "You really want a taste of something new? Something so far out of your realm of experience, it's gonna blow your mind?"
"Yes, Letty."
"Even if it's
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