Chapter 40

Mal fanned his hands out on the tabletop, anxious for their food to arrive so he had somewhere to look other than at Lucy or into his coffee cup. He wasn’t ready to share Danny with her just yet. That would be accompanied by far too many I told you so’s

“Focus on the heist, Luce,” he said. “It’ll sneak up on us before we know it.”

She got the hint, emphasized by how Mal didn’t look away when their eyes met. “About that.”

“That?”

“The heist, Mickey. I know we’re down to the wire, with everything falling into place, but with Dunkirk hanging around—”

“We’re not pushing back the heist,” Mal said with authority.

“Mickey…”

“We planned things down to the last detail. Including the timeline. The night guard at the history museum is retiring. New guy starts the day we hit the place. We throw off any of the planning now, we open ourselves to mistakes. And you better not be thinking of testing out that lipstick on this one. We have the gas. There’s only one guard. It’s taken care of.”