Grand Theft [RECOMMENDED]

Novak, who had been silent, finally spoke. “And the old woman?”

“Guard rotation is normal,” Lina whispered. “Enzo is at the bar. The other two are in the basement, watching a soccer match on a tablet. You have fifteen minutes.” grand theft

The vault antechamber was a small, windowless room lined with white marble. Novak swiped the keycard, placed his hand on the biometric scanner—Marcus had lifted Fontana’s fingerprint from a wineglass at a restaurant three weeks earlier—and the inner door hissed open. Novak, who had been silent, finally spoke

“She’ll wake up with a headache,” Lina said. “No memory. Let’s go.” The other two are in the basement, watching

Novak’s hand moved before his brain did. He stepped forward, gripped her wrist, and twisted just enough to make her drop the tray. The espresso cup shattered on the marble. She opened her mouth to scream, and he clamped his other hand over her face.