Page 46 of Easy Steal

He perked up, looking up at her.

“Hop in the driver’s seat. If we need a getaway, you can drive.”

“Yes,” he punched the air and scrambled from the backseat to the front while Danny pouted.

We wandered slowly towards the parking lot, and I could feel the nerves radiating from Livie. I put an arm around her, and gave her a small squeeze, and she smiled up at me.

“We’ll be okay,” I said, hoping to reassure her.

She nodded once and took a deep breath, pulling out the other relay box from her backpack.

“Alright,” she said, “go.”

I nodded and ducked as I sprinted towards the wall of the pub, dragging the box across from one end to the other as Livie hopped around, holding the box by each car and opening the door slightly as it unlocked. She whistled once they were all open, and I ran over to her.

“Here,” she handed me her backpack and stuffed the two relay boxes inside and pulled out a dongle, she stuck her head under the steering wheel of the first car, sliding the dongle into the port. I handed her two more dongles.

“I got this,” she said, “you go start on getting into the others.”

I nodded, and pulled out the small tool that I always kept in my pocket for lock picking. I had done my time doing it the old fashioned way, with bits of wire or metal rulers. I also knew that when this was done, I would be getting myself a set of those relay thingies that Livie had.

I popped the lock on one of the older cars, and realised why manufacturers had changed the way that they made the cars in the first place. It was far too easy to get inside, and then start them.

I heard Livie shut one of the doors, as I opened mine and stuck the tracker attached to the Bluetooth device under the dash of the car.

“Hey!” I heard a deep voice yell and I ducked.

I peaked out from behind the car and saw Livie facing a man twice her size.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said, leaning down to get into her face.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “I thought this was my car, sorry. I have the same one.”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, crossing his arms.

I knew it was stupid, I knew that Livie probably could’ve handled it, but I stood. Walking towards them, he only noticed me once I came out from the shadows that the trees surrounding the pub provided.

“What’s that in your hand?” he asked Livie, not paying attention to me.

“My phone.”

He scoffed at her, snatching the dongle from her hands.

“What is this? What are you up to bitch?” he snapped, grabbing her arm.

“Mate,” I snapped, “she said she made a mistake. Let her go.”

He chuckled, “who the fuck are you?”

“Ben,” I lied.

He laughed, throwing his head back and chuckling into the air. “That was a fuckin’ lie. Wasn’t it Samuel?”

My jaw hardened.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh Sammy, you know exactly who I am,” he spat.

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