Chapter 88

“Again?” Lucy groaned. “Mickey, you are such a slave driver. Can we break for dinner already? I’m wasting away over here, and the pizza’s getting cold.” She’d been bad-tempered all day, which was unusual for her with a heist looming.

“Mmm, Gino’s Pizza and a diamond heist. Brings back memories,” Dom reminisced about one of their earlier jobs from nearly twenty years back—a home invasion on Mal’s eighteenth birthday, taking a diamond ring from the safe of some old broad who hadn’t worn it in years. Looked better in Lucy’s collection anyway. “Better get it over with, Evergreen. You know Frosty won’t budge til we’ve inventoried every last piece for this job in triplicate.”