NATE
Nate:
Need your help
Jay:
Do I need a shovel?
Nate:
Just bring gloves
Jay:
So no shovel then?
Nate:
No
Jay:
What did you do now?
Nate
Nothing.Yet.
Jay:
…
Nate:
It involves breaking and entering.
Jay:
Sign me the fuck up
I pullup to Jay’s place exactly at eleven, engine idling while I text him I’m here.My hands are steadier than they should be for what we’re about to do.That alone should concern me, but it doesn’t.That’s the part that really worries me.
Jay steps out of his building dressed head-to-toe in black like he’s auditioning for a low-budget heist movie—balaclava, dark hoodie, the whole incognito starter pack.
“Jesus,” I say as he slides into the passenger seat, bringing a gust of cold air with him.“You look like you’re about to rob a bank.”
“You said breaking and entering, didn’t you?”He grins, that sharp, reckless glint in his eyes.“Where exactly are we breaking into?”
“One of the Sullivan developments.”
“Ah, so we’re robbing the rich.I can live with that.”He pulls out his phone and opens the timer like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment.
“How long do we have?”
“Twenty-five minutes, exactly.Adrian’s got the security cameras on a loop, but only for that long.”
“Tech boy came through, huh?”Jay whistles, genuinely impressed.“Remind me to buy him a beer.”
