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I was out of breath and out ofup the front drive, and a single thought repeated in my head

I was fucking doomed

TWENTY-THREE

EMERY

I tried to decline the invite to the Vegas Vault show, but Vance insisted we go

“Don’t you want to defend your title?” he asked

I did, but I hadn’t practicedthat happened with Lan, but leftto freelance if a particularly tough open required someone like me

I enjoyed the challenge, but I didn’t need the money from it—Macalister had seen to that His father offered to personally e my neealth I’d helped save him, his family, and his company, he’d said It was the least he could do

The only investn label I owned, a little outfit in Aruba Jillian was faiven me the only piece of collateral she had, and then even more help when I asked if she’d call her father

Funding her label was the least I could do, I’d told her

It’d been Macalister who’d ht people at the FBI, but we’d needed to warn Laency plan Our best chance at swiping the flash drive was if he moved it, and I’d been so relieved when he called for the armored truck

Vance’s plan, refined by his father and executed by me, had worked perfectly

During the drive away from Lambert’s house, I’d explained to the rest of the crew there wouldn’t be a bonus waiting for us at the dock, only FBI agents I asked for ten rand each to take a sreed