“Where did that little bitch go?” He snarled, but he only made it two steps before the cops shoved him against their car.
“Pushing an officer wasn’t a good idea,” the driver said as his partner scanned the driveway, presumably searching for the‘little bitch’in question, but Sable was one with the shadows, invisible to his gaze.
“There’s a minivan parked here,” the second officer said. “I think this is that lurker we got the 911 call about.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll release me,” the thief said.
“Shut the fuck up.” The driver pinned him harder against the hood of the car as he patted him down, uncovering the tools strapped to the thief’s belt. “What were you doing in this driveway? Kids live in this house. Were you peaking inside, you sick bastard?”
“Officers, is everything all right?” a familiar voice boomed, and Sable peered around the minivan to watch a shirtless and armed Cash step out of his front door.
“Woah, sir, lower your gun!” the second officer shouted, and Cash instantly raised his hands in surrender.
“Officers, there’s a badge inside that proves what I’m saying, but I am the head of security at the Merveille De L’art Museum,” Cash said, twisting so the cops could see his Fae ears. “Due to the extreme risks of my position, I am licensed to be armed at all times, even when not on museum property. My son is sleeping inside, and when I heard the commotion, I feared someone had found my home.”
“Sir, please put the gun down,” the second officer said. “I won’t ask?—”
“Wait, he’s telling the truth,” the driver said. “I’ve been to the Precieux Exhibit, and he’s always at the museum.Kind of hard to forget a Fae soldier that massive. You’re good, man. You can keep the weapon, but since this doesn’t concern you or the egg, youneed togo back inside.”
“What’s going on?” Cash asked.
“One of your neighbors called 911 to report a man lurking around the neighborhood,” the driver said.
Cash stared at the cops and then glanced down at the seething thief. “Officers, I would look into this man. I’ve seen him hanging around the museum,” he said, and Sable’s stomachclenched at the venom in the thief’s eyes. If he escaped this arrest, he would hunt Cash down, even if the egg wasn’t in play.
“Be careful, guard,” the thief threatened as the officers recited the Miranda Warning before loading him into the back seat of their squad car.
“I always am.” Cash held the thief’s gaze with a challenge of his own, and Sable pulled out her phone, desperate to ensure this arrest’s permanence.
Sable
Peter, our problem has been arrested, and he needs to stay that way. Can you make sure his charges stick?
Her cell vibrated with a response seconds later.
Peter
Of course, but please don’t scare me like that again.
I’m sorry, but I saved the security guard’s life.
That’s great, but why are you so concerned about him?
IDK. I have a big family, and the thought of them dying is unbearable. I can’t let his only child become an orphan because of a competition. The game is to steal. Not murder a dad.
Her reasoning was only half a lie.
Yeah… I guess I get that. I love taking things. I hate taking lives. Okay, so we are making these charges stick. How sticky are we looking? Till the end of the competition, or forever?
100% Forever.
On it, girl.
The texts halted for a moment before Peter messaged again.
I’m glad that thief didn’t kill you. I like you so much that I sometimes consider letting you see my face.
Wow… that’s really sappy.
