Personal Demon

He looked like a kid waiting for a present. I played it out, savoring his reaction.

“Two of the three are married,” I said.

“Can I guess? Definitely the brunette-”

“Bzzz. Sorry. Divorced, and having a rough time of it.”

“But she’s the only one with a wedding band line.”

“I suspect that’s because the other two are more aware of theirs, and used ta

When I finished, he was silent.

“If you don’t believe me-”

“No, shit, I believe you. I’m just…speechless.” He shook his head. “Holy shit. Now that’s a power. Guy is going to love this.”

“But there’s nothing there we can use, unless it’s blackmailing the husband over the mistress, but if the wife already knows…”

“Too complicated. Guy likes the short-term con and I think I know where he’ll want us to go with this. Head back to Max and Tony. Tell them I’m in the john. I’ll talk to Bianca.”

WHILE JAZ WAS gone, Tony took a call. A simple “Yeah…yeah…okay…see you then.” I guessed it was Bianca or Guy, telling him what was going on. He swung over to the other side of the woman in the red dress and started joking with her, subtly steering her closer to me.

When Jaz returned, he snuck up behind me and put his hands on my waist, tickling me. I jumped. He ducked out of the way, as if expecting a smack, then bounced back, goofing around, grabbing me around the waist, tweaking my hair, gri

“Did I mention how hot you look tonight?” he said.

“Oh, please,” Tony said. “Get a room, guys.”

Jaz wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on my head. “Exactly what I was thinking. You guys don’t mind if we take off, then?”

“Go on.”

Jaz steered me through a group, his arm around my waist, hand planted on my ass. Once we were out of sight of the others, he removed it and whispered, “Sorry. And thanks for not smacking me for real back there. I needed to create a distraction.”

He opened his hand. In his palm lay a driver’s license and keys on a unicorn-head fob.

“From the lady in red? Ah-ha. That’s why Tony put her beside me…and why you put on that little show. Your hand slipped into her purse, didn’t it?”

“We magicians may not get the fancy spellcasting, but when it comes to picking pockets, there’s no one better.”

HE TOOK ME into a room where So

“Okay?” Guy said.

“You need to ask?”

“Cocky bastard.” Guy leaned back in his chair, gaze appraising us. “How about we put that self-confidence to the test, Jasper? You three will do the job.”

“Without Bianca?”

“Think you can handle it?”

“You need to ask?”

“So

HOPE: ADRENALINE

We used a crew vehicle to drive to the mark’s address. I knew it wasn’t right to call her “the mark.” She was a woman with a name, one who was about to have her home violated and her possessions stolen just because she was out for the evening trying to take revenge on a philandering husband. But, like an undercover cop, I had to get my hands dirty in this job.

Shifting into the gang’s mentality was easier than it should have been. I’d been hanging out with Karl too long and, while I often argued with him about the moral bankruptcy of thievery, I’d come to understand and accept it. He’d been raised by a thief, knew no other life, and he needed the adrenaline rush to work off the more uncivilized urges of a werewolf.

On an intellectual and moral level, I knew what I was about to do was wrong. But on a physical and emotional level? I couldn’t wait to get started.

OUR MARK LIVED in a luxury high-rise. From Karl’s lessons, I knew this would be tougher than breaking into a single-family dwelling. The only safe route in was through the patio door. Fortunately, with a third-floor apartment, that didn’t require much skill or equipment. It helped that the balcony overlooked a tree-shrouded auxiliary parking lot. Once we’d do

Jaz and So

I pulled out the minibinoculars hoping I could identify the alarm type. When I did, I bit back a laugh. Cheap bastards.

A count to three, then I unlocked the door, threw it open and sprinted across the room. As I disabled the alarm, my heart sped from a canter to a full-out gallop.

I should have called So

The pressure and the doubts should have made me fumble or hesitate. But the risk only added to the exhilaration. Then came those final few seconds, when I knew I was pushing the limit, either I’d succeed or I’d fail and I wouldn’t get another chance because if I did fail, the alarm would sound and-

The blinking light turned off.

I leaned against the wall, trembling. Bliss. I smiled and closed my eyes, telling myself I needed to catch my breath but savoring every lick of chaos to the sweet end.

Then I waved Jaz and So

It quickly became apparent that these guys were no petty stereo-and-TV thieves. They knew what could be turned over fast, for the most profit, and they knew where to find it. Quick and clean-anything that didn’t fit in the knapsacks stayed behind.

Most of what we took came from the safe. Like the locks and security system, it was a cheap one-a prop to scare off amateurs. It locked with a key, and we found one in our handful of duplicates.

I made a few suggestions, mostly about covering our tracks and leaving a tidy scene, so the owner wouldn’t walk in to ransacked drawers-all tips from Karl.

Most of Karl’s training had been theory, mingled with safe practice, like breaking into council delegates’ homes with their consent. A flat line on the chaos monitor.

The theft with Jaz and So

I found a dusty jewelry box on the top shelf of the closet-antique stuff that probably came from an estate. So

“Got trouble, bro,” he whispered to So