Thievery: Part One

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(((This is a continuation of A Quick Scene, so read that first.)

I’ve decided to continue writing the story of A Quick Scene, and have codenamed (codenames are much cooler than working titles) it Thievery. If anyone has a better title, please tell me! Anyway, here we go.))

“Oh! We, uh, didn’t introduce ourselves, did we?” said the driver. “Roger Harkely, he’s Dean Farrows.”

“Pleased to meet you; Lora Thompson,” said Lora. “Say, where are we going?”

“Oh, um. Well, I don’t know. Just out of the city, for now.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to hide out somewhere nearby? They’re probably looking for you two on all the main roads or whatever. Okay, I know. My… friend has a house they’re not using right now. It’s nearby, why not go there?”

“Good, good–oh, yeah, sure. Where is it?”

Lora told him the address, and Roger steered the car into a violent U-turn.

After a few minutes of silence, Lora spoke:

“So what kind? Of gems, I mean.”

“Diamonds,” replied Dean. “Didn’t Roger say so?”

“Oh, yeah. And you just… stole them?”

“It’s kind of a long story.

“We have time, don’t we?”

“Well… yeah. See, we were just minding our own business in the bank Roger works at, when–”

“We’re here,” interrupted Roger.

“Okay, tell you later?” Dean said.

Lora smiled faintly, then opened her car door, revealing a thin, three-story house. It was painted in baby blue, with white windows and trimmings. On either side of it was a tall wooden fence, blocking the backyard from view save for the taller trees. It was a house Lora knew all too well, and she cringed at the overgrown grass and weeds surrounding it.

“Okay, I don’t have a key, so I’ll go in a window and unlock the door for you two,” said Lora as she exited the car. She walked up to the house and turned around, waited for Dean and Roger to close their doors, then pulled out her electronic keys and locked the car.

“Okay…” she muttered, turning towards the house. She speedwalked towards a window and, hoping it was still unlocked, attempted to ease it open. Luck was on her side, and it opened easily.

Grinning to herself, Lora dove through the window and into the house.

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