him of when he wasn’t on that diet.”
“His desk,” Snod said suddenly, staring at Rees.
Rees looked confused, but a light seemed to click on as he questioned, “You’re talking about the one
at the Franklin museum?”
“You know about it?”
“Of course I do,” Rees snorted dryly. “He’s been bitching about that desk for ten fucking years since
he lost it at an auction to some prick who turned right around and donated it to the museum. You aren’t
really thinking about stealing that desk, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you are crazy,” Rees laughed heartily.
“Would that not be appropriate? Is it not... thoughtful?”
“Oh, it’s very thoughtful,” Rees cackled. “It also might be a felony.”
Snod didn’t care about that, curling his lip defiantly. He had finally come up with something that
seemed so perfect, and he didn’t want to let it go.
“Wait until Friday,” Rees said, his slim brows narrowing and suddenly waggling mischievously, “and
I’ll drive you there myself.”
“You will?”
“You know, in all the years I’ve known Frankie, I’ve never been able to do anything nice for him. If
you really are fucking serious about this, I’ll help you.”
“Thank you,” Snod said, smiling warmly.
“Don’t get all mushy on me,” Rees warned. “We get caught, I’m telling them it was all your idea and
that you took advantage of an old man.”
“We won’t get caught,” Snod said confidently.
“Got a lotta experiences robbing places, Obadiah?”
“I do.”
“Mm. Let me guess,” Rees purred thoughtfully. “That’s why you don’t want any trouble with the
cops?”
“Yes, but I’ve never been caught.”
“Never say never,” Rees said with a wag of his finger. “You jinx us, and Frankie’s gonna have to bail
both of our asses out of jail.”
