Page 72 of The Deeper Game
And just like that, they were gone.
I settled back with Thor, who turned on the radio on low. The plan was for Odin and Matteo to get onto the roof of the bank. Zeus would let them into the mechanical ceiling area. At that point, Odin would go to work dismantling one of the four security systems in operation, activating the virus Zeus had planted yesterday.
We had the stolen codes—another level of security, thanks to that guard with a gambling problem that Matteo and the Gigis knew.
It would take another hour or two to get into the safety deposit boxes where the really expensive jewels were kept.
We were to move the SUV every hour to different pre-planned spots. When they were ready to run, they’d call, and wewere to drive to the back of the building next to the bank—that’s where they’d come out if everything went smoothly. If things didn’t go smoothly, there were plans B, C, and D.
About twenty minutes after they left, Thor got a ping on his phone. He pulled it out and looked at the screen.
“Shit,” he said.
“What?”
“Lupe’s in labor.”
I straightened up. “She’s not due for…”
“I know.”
“Oh, my God,” I said. “Is she okay?”
“For now. Contractions are still far apart. It could be hours. A day.” His thumbs flew over the keypad. They used some sort of free IM app to communicate, and I waited as the messages bounced back and forth. He swore.
“You need to be there?”
He flicked his eyes to the Prime. “Sort of.”
“Go. It was always going to be just me,” I said.
“What about feather guy?”
“I’m on a public street, armed like Rambo in a locked and bulletproof SUV,” I said with a bravery I didn’t entirely feel. “Let him try me. Anyway, look, Travis had all that evidence in his garbage. He ran. A bad feeling never killed anyone,” I said, echoing Odin.
Thor looked down at his phone.
“She’s our fugitive sister. Take the Camaro.” We had cars stashed around the area. “It’s Friday rush hour. You don’t have time to waste.”
“I don’t know.”
“It was always going to be just me out here,” I repeated. “This is how we trained it.”
“Stay alert.”
“No, I’m going to take a nap,” I joked.
His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You sure?”
“Our beautiful sister in crime is having a baby,” I said. “I’ll stay here and make our enemies wish we were dead for both of us.”
He took off. I tried to tell myself it was good luck that he went. Doing something positive would result in a positive robbery outcome.
Five minutes later, A/V Robert Manning was knocking on the passenger window.
Chapter Seventeen
I staredin confusion as Manning knocked on the window again and again. What the hell was he doing?
