Page 19 of The Diamond Thief
My hands start to shake. “That tiara just resurfaced a few years ago after a century in hiding.”
“Oooh, then say you’ll run the job with me. There’s Egyptian gold in the traveling exhibit, some from the tomb of Tutankhamen. I’d totally go for that to do a job with you for once.”
“We’ve never run a job together,” I say. God, the Tiara of Fife! And with Elena. Plus, it would get me out of New York.
“Meet me at the Den? Hear him talk?” she asks.
Do I dare? After that wild night with Jacob?
No, he’d recognize me in an instant.
“I can’t go there,” I say. “Trust me on this. But can we meet the next morning? We could go over the plan.”
“Sure,” she says. “I’ll find out who else wants in. If it’s Robert, should I pass?”
“No,” I say. “I can suck it up.”
I wonder if Jacob Holt will be on the job. Surely not. Armored cars would not be his style. But I’ll make sure.
We arrange where to meet, and I head to the salon. I need to go blond again, get my hair cut in a bob, and stop by a cosmetic store. It’s time to try a whole new look.
