Page 45 of Easy Steal

Involved, but not enough to know what was actually going on. I had murdered men without knowing why, without knowing who they were, all because it was an order. All this I had done without question for my older brother and to serve my family - and for what? Still to be recognised as ‘Little Sammy’.

This would prove to Antoni once and for all that I could do these things, that I could handle myself and any issues that came up.

Unfortunately, I was right.

The parking lot at the pub was packed full of motorbikes and the cars that we had noted the other night. We could hear the laughter and chatter and music coming from inside, and we sat a little down the street - watching.

How the fuck were we going to pull this off?

“Maybe we should do this another night, when they’re more scattered?” Livie asked, turning to me.

I shook my head, “it has to be tonight.”

She sighed and shook her head, “Fine, you two go first and get the motorbikes out of the way. When you’re back, Sam and I will deal with the cars.”

The boys nodded and pulled their masks back on as Liv turned the rest of the trackers on before handing them to me to put the marker over the little light that would give them away.

“I’ll whistle if there’s movement,” I said as the boys took the bag of trackers and stepped out of the car.

“Wait,” Livie said, turning to them. “Take your masks off.”

“What?” Zeke said, pulling his up.

“It’s a pub. If someone comes out, you can just act casual. If you wear the mask, you automatically look suspicious. Leave the bag,” she said, snatching the plastic bag from Zeke’s hand, “put them in your pockets.”

The boys looked towards me and I nodded.

Again, she was right.

They pulled off their masks and stuffed their pockets full of the trackers and headed towards the parking lot. In the silence, I could hear the music coming from Livie’s stereo, and I looked towards it. She reached out and turned it down.

“Sorry,” she said.

“For what?” I chuckled.

“I know you don’t like music.”

I shrugged, “It’s not that I don’t like it. I just don’t care about it.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, “I still don’t understand that.”

I shrugged again.

We watched as the boys tried their best to look casual.

They wandered around the parking lot, sticking the trackers onto the bikes one by one. Livie checked each one off of her little notebook as they wandered around. We kept our eyes plastered onto the front door, praying that no one came out, or that no one else would pull up. They finished, and we exhaled our relief when they were back inside the car.

“Right,” Livie said, grabbing her backpack, “ready?”

I nodded once, and she handed me the relay pack from last time and she pulled the other from her backpack.

“You just need to walk past the pub, holding that up and I’ll unlock the cars. Once they’re all unlocked, we’ll plant the dongles into the port. The older cars are all you, Sam. Just put the trackers on, and these Bluetooth devices somewhere inside the car.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Hey,” she shrugged, “we both know how it went last time I tried to get into a car the old fashioned way.”

I chuckled and nodded before we both got out of the car. Livie slung the backpack over her shoulder and stuck her head back inside the car, “Zeke.”

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