There was a police car outside of the apartment complex that Donald’s brother, Richard, lived in. Having noticed the car late, Lora drove past the building, then rounded the block and parked as far away from the car as possible.
“It doesn’t have to be for Richard,” Donald said.
“Really, so a cop car just happens to be right outside the apartment of a jewel thief’s brother?”
Lora groaned as a policeman emerged from the building, a disheveled-looking man in front of him. “That your brother?”
Donald nodded glumly. “Looks like we won’t be getting any help from him.”
Lora sighed and wished she could just drive off now, but the policeman was still in front of her and she couldn’t risk being seen.
“Well, what now?”
Dean leaned forward and grabbed the back of Lora’s seat. “Let’s go to Spain.”
Lora turned her head around to glare at Dean. “Actual ideas, please!”
Dean fell back, mumbling, “yes.”
The police car was driving off, now, and Lora waited a moment before easing out into the street and going in the opposite direction.
“They likely know who Donald is now, right?” Roger said after a few moments.
“Yeah, couldn’t we just tell the police what happened? About the mix-up?” Dean said.
“And lose my diamonds?” Donald turned to look at Roger and Dean. “Not bloody likely.”
“So what, we just wait for the police to magically forget about us?” Dean said.
“Maybe they will!”
“The police don’t do that!”
“And how do you know that?”
Lora stopped suddenly, swerving to the side of the road. “Will you two shut up?”
“No!” Dean and Donald cried together.
Lora let out a sound best likened to a growl. “Look, do any of you have money? We could always get a really good solicitor.”
“Lora,” Roger said. “Lora, we have diamonds.”
“Yeah, and what’re we going to do with them? Just run up to a bank and exchange them for cash?”
“Let’s leave the country!”
“Can’t we just hide out somewhere?”
“We don’t have any options, Lora!”
Lora let the three speak for a moment, then cleared her mind and said, “Dean, give me your mobile.” She reached back to receive it and he handed it to her, a questioning look on his face.
“What are you doing?” Donald asked as Lora punched in three numbers.
“Calling the police.”
“What?” Dean said, the volume of his voice threatening to leave the car, but Lora ignored him and spoke into the phone instead.
“Hello, I would like to turn in a group of diamond thieves at…” Lora looked about for a road sign as the three men grappled for the phone unsuccessfully. Finding it, she said the address and snapped the phone shut.
“This was a bad idea. Good day.” With that, she left the car… then returned hastily, saying, “this is my car. You three, out!”
“Lora, what you’re doing now is a bad idea–”
“Please, Lora, there’s no need–”
“After all we’ve been through?”
Dean spoke the last words, and Lora turned to look at him. “It’s been less then a day. I really don’t care for you. Out of the car.”
Dean gave her a face like a piteous puppy, then exited the car; Roger and Donald soon followed.
As soon as they were at a clear distance, Lora pulled back into the road and drove off.
Dean wanted to say he’d had worse days, but he really couldn’t; today was probably the worst in his twenty-three years. He could run, of course, but… well, that was actually a good idea. The road was right next to a forest, after all. Then he got another idea.
“Donald, you have the diamonds, right?”
“Give ’em here.”
Donald looked too bewildered to protest and quickly handed over the pouch, which Dean grabbed before taking off into the forest.
“Hey!” both Roger and Donald cried, but Dean ignored them, pushing farther into the flora. He could hear the other two chasing after him, but he was smaller and more agile. Once he got far enough, he nestled the pouch into the ground and shoveled some leaves over it. He then turned around and headed back for the road.
“What are you doing?” Roger said when he and Donald reached Dean. Sirens were now audible somewhere in the distance.
“Hiding the diamonds. They can’t convict us without proof, right?”
“Dean, the bank has security cameras!”
Dean stopped walking and pondered this just as the sirens got almost unbearably loud; the three were now in view of the road, where multiple police cars were visible.