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The Heist

The Heist

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Autoren: Janet Evanovich
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Brown stood in firing stance and faced the steel door. Clarissa typed a code into the keypad. The steel door rose with a heavy groan to reveal two men in green bodysuits sitting glumly on the floor, their hands on their heads. The green sheet was in a clump at the base of the pedestal. The Crimson Teardrop shimmered untouched in its glass case.
    “SFPD,” Brown said. “You’re under arrest.”
    “You took your damn time,” Chair Man said. “I thought we were going to suffocate in here.”
    “Cuff ’em and read ’em their rights, Ed,” Nick said, and tossed Brown his set of cuffs.
    Clarissa stared at Nick with unabashed admiration. He was like a real-life Columbo, only much younger and without the glass eye.
    “Are you single, Inspector?” she asked.
    “Sadly, yes,” he said.
    “On the contrary,” she said, slipping her card into his back pocket and giving it a pat.
    The Crown Vic siren wailed as the car sped down Van Ness Avenue. Fog was spreading out from the bay and over the city, and the Vic’s headlights fought through the thickening mist. Brown drove, and Nick sat beside him with the green gym bag on his lap. Chair Man and Couch Man were handcuffed in the backseat.
    “Did you have to blather on and on for so long?” Couch Man asked.
    “I was selling the con,” Nick said.
    The elaborate crime had gone down exactly like he’d laid it out to Clarissa, except that he’d been the wizard behind the camera trickery in the fake phone-company truck. And he’d left out thathe’d intercepted the alarm signal from the Kibbee before it could reach the police department.
    “You were showing off,” Brown said. “You couldn’t resist telling her just how brilliant you think you are.”
    “It was all part of the act. You can turn the siren off. People are trying to sleep.”
    “What’s the point of driving a police car if you don’t use the siren?”
    “I have to hand it to you,” Chair Man said to Nick. “Intentionally getting caught is the way to go. It really cuts down on the stress.”
    “I told you so,” Nick said, opening the bag and taking out the Crimson Teardrop to admire it. “It’s much easier to let the security system beat you than to try to beat it.”
    “It would have been even less stressful if I didn’t have to wear something that showed everybody my junk,” Couch Man said, tossing his handcuffs onto the floor.
    “Don’t be so self-conscious,” Chair Man said, removing his green hood and running his hand through his sweat-soaked red hair. “You don’t have anything everybody hasn’t seen before.”
    “Easy for you to say,” Couch Man replied, “you’re hung like Godzilla’s horse.”
    “Thanks,” Chair Man said. “Spread the word to all the hot girls you know.”
    “Godzilla didn’t ride a horse,” Brown said.
    Couch Man pulled off his green hood. “Well, if he did, the horse would be hung huge.”
    Nick dropped the diamond back into the bag and zipped it up. He wondered how long it would take before anybody spotted the fake they’d left at the Kibbee. He peeled off his mustache, whichitched like poison ivy, and tossed it out the window. The fake nose was next to go.
    “C’mon, turn off the siren. There’s no sense drawing attention to ourselves,” Nick said.
    Brown did as he was told. “You’re no fun, Nick.”
    “How can you say that?” Nick said. “You got to be a cop.”
    “The
dumb
cop,” Brown said.
    “It’s better than being the ugly fat one,” Nick said.
    “You’d think so,” Brown said. “But you still got the girl’s number.”
    “He always does,” Couch Man said with admiration.
    Nick was too distracted to be flattered. He’d glanced at the street ahead and saw something in the fog, just beyond the next traffic light, that he wasn’t expecting: a San Francisco Public Utilities Commission water crew was digging up the street. He could see a backhoe, a few workers wearing reflective suits and hard hats, and a big pile of dirt in the intersection blocking one of the two southbound lanes.
    “What’s wrong?” Brown asked.
    “There wasn’t any scheduled street maintenance on the books for tonight,” Nick said. “I checked this morning.”
    “Maybe there was a power outage or a burst pipe,” Brown said. “Things happen.”
    “All the lights in the neighborhood are on and I don’t see any water on the street,” Nick said. “Make a U-turn at the intersection.”
    “And go back the way we came?” Chair Man

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