Chapter 15

“Theft on demand,” Dirk said. “The people I work for have the right connections. They find someone who wants something, we get it for them.”

Tripp cocked his head. “Sounds like a spy movie.”

Dirk chuckled. “Except we’re not going after state secrets. Just art or jewelry, stuff like that.”

“I have no clue how to break into somewhere.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“You’re a burglar?”

“Nope. I used to be an undercover cop. Now I’m…expanding my horizons.”

Tripp snapped his fingers. “I knew it. I called it right when I asked if you were going to arrest me. I can sense a cop a mile off.”

“Ex. Remember that. I’m not one anymore and I have no desire to be one again,” Dirk replied decisively.

“Okay, okay. I got the message.”

Tripp leaned back, staring up at the dark sky, running his fingers through his too long, brown hair. It took a few minutes and Dirk let him have them. He knew it wasn’t a decision the kid could make lightly, despite the fact he stole to keep from starving—or worse.