“The evidence on the screen outside will look impressive.”
Those things are massive and on all sides of the building.
Ace nods. “Yeah. I’ve got to admit Levi’s idea was a good one. I’d love to have the evidence plastered all around them, though. Make it inescapable.”
“What about the Heights? They don’t have screens, but Sylus said something about projectors. We could try to project it on the front of the building?”
He shakes his head. “I like the idea, but the Heights always has lights pointed at the façade in the dark. It won’t work.”
“Then we’ll put those lights out,” I say, shrugging.
Ace raises a brow. “And how do you plan to do that if Sylus wasn’t able to get access to the Heights?”
“I swiped a key card from an employee when I went in for Levi. Don’t know if it’ll get us everywhere, but we could scope it out. See how far it gets us and if we could make it to a control room. The guy I lifted it from said something about it working in the back.”
He stares at me, a mix of exasperation and admiration on his face. “That’s risky. But fuck, it would be epic.”
I smile. “Then let’s at least take a look.”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Even if it’s a good idea, it won’t work. My job is to be on the rooftop at that time, breaking into the glass container and the Lambo, getting everything ready for Koen so he can jump in and drive off.”
“I could do that.”
His gaze sharpens. “No.”
“Why not? Breaking into a glass container and a car? That’s child’s play. You know I can handle it.”
“There’s more to it than that.”
“Fine, then I’ll be the one who puts the lights out in the Heights.”
“Fuck no.” He frowns at me. “I’d rather have you up with the Lambo than in the Heights when shit goes down.”
“Then let me do the Lambo.”
“I have to think it through.” He sighs. “Ugh,another thing to think about.”
“What else?” I ask, skating closer to him. “Maybe I can help.”
He hesitates before answering. “I’m struggling with how to get Belmont, Foster, and Blackwood to show up. Best option would be to send a text from Veronica’s number, but I can’t ask Nicholas to swipe her phone and do it. He’s not a pickpocket, and the stakes are too high.”
I tilt my head. “Should I?”
“No,” Ace says firmly. “Sylus mentioned another way. He could send a text and make it look like it’s from Veronica, but he’d need access to their phones first.”
“That’s way easier,” I say, shrugging.
“You’d think that.” Ace nods reluctantly. “But we’d have to swipe the phone, get it to Sy, distract the mark, and plant the phone back where it was in a couple of minutes. To pull it off,we’d need a fucking mob. A stick, a shade, a mechanic, and a duke.”
I laugh, thinking about building a pickpocket team with all of my guys, Levi, and Erza.
My guys. Fuck.
“So?” I ask. “We’re seven people.”
“Three of them are too recognizable in this city, and one’s a cop.”
“Shit.”
