“What do you want?” I broach instead.
She’s a thief. Good ones don’t do anything for free.
Lifting her chin, a smile sparks in her eyes. “The hat.”
She looks to Quinn, holding out her hand.
Myhat?
I gape at Quinn next to me.
Quinn hesitates a moment, but it comes off her head with no discussion. I watch as it floats from Quinn’s hands to Tommy’s, and I almost say something. It was fine when something I loved belonged to someone I loved, but I might never see it again now.
But I let it go and step toward her. “Okay, just—”
“I’m not done,” she interjects as she stuffs the hat into her backpack. “Payment from everyone.”
Hawke, Dylan, Hunter, and Aro loom behind me, the air suddenly thickening.
“The compass,” Tommy demands without looking at me.
I lock my jaw.
“How the hell did you know about that?” Quinn asks her.
Tommy just fixes us with a bored look until I shove my hand into my pocket and stuff the compass into her palm.
She moves around the group, looking at each and every person.
To Dylan, “The jacket.”
“I don’t have it anymore.”
“Go get it,” she retorts. “We both know where it is.”
Dylan barely hides her annoyance before finally jogging off down the block, and disappearing around the corner.
The jacket must be here in Weston.
Tommy continues, “Your T-shirt,” she commands from Hawke before ordering from Hunter, “and your watch.”
They both remove their items, Hunter sacrificing without a problem, but Hawke looks like a father who’s disappointed in his kid’s behavior or something as he removes his Sigma Tau T-shirt.
She fits everything into her pack, finally turning her eyes on Kade. “Your St. Thomas medal. Now.”
I drop my gaze to his neck, seeing a silver piece of chain peeking out of his T-shirt. His smile is almost a snarl, and it’s not reaching his eyes.
But to my surprise, he pulls it off over his head and lets it dangle in front of her. “It’ll be fun getting this back,” he bites out.
The corner of her mouth quirks in amusement, and she takes the medal, holding it up and making a show of admiring her new necklace.
Without moving to Aro, she zips up the backpack and puts it on.
“What do you want me to take?” she asks me.
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “Just show me the best way in without getting caught.”
There are five entrances—front door, garage door, basement door, side door, and fire escape—to the second level. I have no idea which ones will be the most clear, or might have security cameras at this point.
