Authors: Chris Keniston
“Maybe you should stay here,” Herbie suggested.
“Nonsense.” Sophia kissed her granddaughter’s cheek and patted her shoulder again. “She’ll be fine once she sees how easy this is going to be. Though a mimosa may not be a bad idea. Just to take the edge off.”
There was no way Sharla would stay on the ship while her grandmother was off baiting crooks. Plastering on a smile that she hoped looked confident and not terrified, she nodded and linked arms with the former grifter. “Nana’s right. I’ll be fine. And I don’t need a drink. Let’s just get this show on the road!”
“You sure, honey?” Herbie asked, his frown still in place.
She smiled in earnest. Not that she was any more certain, but the sincerity of his concern touched her.
“Okay then. George confirmed he and Gloria will meet us at the coffee shop across the street from the bank.”
“And I’ve already touched base with my contact. Money’s in place and ready to go. Looks like we’re all set.” Luke held out his hand to Sharla. “As you said, time to get this show on the road.”
With more eagerness than she would have liked, she accepted the proffered arm, and followed the others out the door and down the hall. As much as she hated to admit it, having Luke to hold on to did more to calm her nerves than a vat of mimosas. And why was that? She’d known this man little more than a week. Why did having him near make everything in her world seem so right? Even when that world was in a state of complete and total batshit-crazy.
In the elevator Luke leaned closer and whispered, “What’s the matter?”
“You’re kidding me right?”
“No, I mean, you’re staring at me.”
“Oh. I…wasn’t staring.” Right and moths don’t like flames. Was that what she was? A moth attracted to the deadly flame. Lord, what had she gotten herself into with this man?
“Color me surprised,” Sophia muttered as the elevator doors opened.
Snapped out of her self-analysis, Sharla glanced in the direction her grandmother seemed to be looking. George and Gloria stood near the end of the disembarkation line.
“Showtime.” Sophia’s face lit up with a bright smile, and she stepped off the elevator laughing. Whether that was for the Baileys’ benefit or simply the thrill of the game, Sharla didn’t know. But following her grandmother’s example, she relaxed her shoulders, threaded her hand with Luke’s and laughed delightfully at something he hadn’t said. Nana looked back over her shoulder at Sharla and winked. A fun, sparkly wink.
Maybe she could do this after all.
“Oh, hi.” Gloria waved at the group as though accidentally running into each other hadn’t been their plan all along.
Though truthfully, had it not been for Nana’s comment on spotting them, Sharla would have believed bumping into them was simply coincidence. Or perhaps Providence. And most likely so would their other marks. The idea of all the senior citizens who these con artists had swindled out of their much-needed savings had Sharla’s blood pumping fast, hard and furious through her veins.
Her head had always understood the situation, but only now did it seem all too real. And like her grandmother, she was ready to take these suckers
down
.
“We were going to go straight to the café and have a little snack. We might as well walk together.” George raised an arm and waved for the group to get in front of him in line. As each person in line departed, the repetitive
ding
from the keycards grew louder until the six of them were off the ship and chatting away.
Gloria paused at one of the portside duty-free shops, and Sophia abandoned Herbie and sidled up beside Gloria, the two oohing and aahing over this bauble and that. Like generations of dinner parties, within minutes, the women and men had migrated to be with their own kind. In this case the men leading the way talking sports and politics, and the women lagging behind pausing at whatever storefront caught their eye, laughing and joking all the way.
Well, Gloria and Sophia were doing most of the bonding.
Sharla seemed to be along just for the ride. A small part of her was fascinated watching her grandmother and wished she could have been a fly on the wall back in the day to see the family pull off a long con.
“We’ll see you in a few.” At the bank door, George waved to them and walked away with his wife.
“I would have thought they’d come in with us.” Sharla crossed the threshold behind her grandmother.
“That would have been too pushy,” Luke whispered to her. “Notice neither mentioned anything about the deal or the money while we walked over. They simply wanted to make sure we didn’t develop last-minute cold feet. I’d bet all the money that someone here is watching us for them.”
Sharla almost turned her head to study the surrounding faces when Luke leaned into her again. “Don’t look.”
So a con artist she wasn’t meant to be. But what did it say about Luke that he knew how to do this? Knew not to look? And knew she was about to? He said it himself; deep in his soul, he was a SEAL. The military’s most elite warriors. Though his team most likely never robbed banks, she had no doubt they could have infiltrated the building, gathered up all the money and valuables, and been long gone before anyone was the wiser. Isn’t that what they did in foreign lands with valuable information or people? Save the captured. Destroy the weapons used against Americans. Along with so many other things ordinary citizens would never know of. She would never know of. But he didn’t do that anymore. Or did he?
Both Sophia and Herbie sat with the bank manager, signed a long list of papers and received a lecture from the man on the perils of walking through the city with that much cash. Herbie assured the nervous man that they would be fine but neglected to mention he was a retired policeman. Something Sharla had noticed hadn’t been mentioned to anyone else during the cruise.
Through the bank window she could see George and Gloria sitting chatting at the café across the street. Which meant, in a couple of hours, this would all be behind them. After the conversation last night, being reminded that Luke and Danny had been trained to serve, she realized she couldn’t do this again. Couldn’t lay her heart on the line with a man who could die any minute doing his job. Logic told her that anybody could die at any minute. Every day, people were killed in accidents, diagnosed with terminal diseases or simply dropped dead on the street like her grandpa. But she’d bought into that logic before, and she just couldn’t take the chance again. She just couldn’t.
When the bank manager walked away, leaving Herbie and Nana alone in the vault to count and sign for the cash in private, Luke nudged her. “You have that look of a scared rabbit in your eyes again. Are you going to be okay? Should I ask for a glass of water?”
How did he do that? How did he know what she was feeling just by looking in her eyes? And what was she supposed to do about the way her heart beat slightly faster every time he did? For that matter, how was she supposed to stay away from him—for the rest of her life?
* * *
“We’re all set.” Sophia clutched her shoulder bag. “On we go.”
So far everything was going exactly as Luke had predicted. The bank manager did his carefully rehearsed speech like a pro. Working with Sophia was a plus. The woman knew how to play a part and play it well. Not a single person would suspect she carried fifty thousand in cash.
They hadn’t made it fully across the street when George and Gloria stood to greet them. Alone. Maybe there wasn’t an accomplice. He’d had Kate searching data banks every day for known associates, but she’d not come up with anyone who could be here now.
George stuck out his hand first. “Just a few more minutes until our local associate arrives with the paperwork, and you’ll be wealthy real estate investors.”
Sophia smiled, not as brightly as before, and raised her hand gently to her temple. “Yes. Isn’t it exciting?”
Herbie eyed Sophia carefully, then shot Luke a questioning glance.
All Luke could do was blink. He couldn’t afford to offer even the slightest tell of not knowing what that was all about.
Inside, the café was more crowded than Luke would have liked. Patrons scattered here and there at different tables. A few he recognized from the ship, including Frenchy, the second officer from the fire incident.
The six of them maneuvered around a table in the back corner. Luke vying with Herbie and George for the seat along the wall. Since the plan was for Luke and Sharla to leave before the transactions went down, he let Herbie have the prime seat. George sat beside him.
“You know”—Sophia rubbed the corners of her eyes—“I’m not feeling very well. I think I forgot to take my blood pressure medicine.”
George’s eyes rounded, but Gloria stood quickly to step over and place her arm around Sophia’s shoulder, nearly colliding with Sharla who had done the same thing.
Sophia put up her hand. “I’m okay. Just a little dizzy. Some blurry vision. I’m sure it’s the stupid meds.” She turned to Sharla. “Honey, I’d better go back to the ship. You have the money. Herbie will be here. You go ahead and sign for me.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” George cleared his throat. “Unless she has power of attorney.”
“Oh, dear.” Sophia rubbed at her temple some more, considering her options. “I hate to miss this opportunity, but I really need to get back to the ship. Let’s do this. Just put my granddaughter’s name on the paperwork. She’ll initial the changes and sign. The deal will be hers.”
“Nana?”
“Honey, it’s okay. You’d inherit it anyway. And I know you won’t cheat me out of my earnings while I’m alive.”
Gloria had the good grace to drop her eyes at the comment.
George showed no signs of guilt. Asshole.
“Nana, I can’t—”
“It’s okay, honey. Herbie’s here.” Sophia turned to Luke. “Handsome, I think I could use an escort back to the ship.”
Crap. Was this for real or did Sophia have something up her sleeve? Something neither him nor Herbie were going to like. Holding back a sigh, he had to consider his options quickly. Herbie had to stay for sure or the whole thing would go down the drain, and Luke’s chances of pulling all these strings again, if nothing came of this today, would be slim to none. With
none
taking the lead. Which meant doing as Sophia suggested, and leaving Sharla with Herbie and the Baileys.
He didn’t like that one bit. Herbie had been a cop—according to Kate a damn good one—but he wasn’t armed, which would make protecting Sharla much harder if this deal didn’t go down as choreographed. He had no choice.
Shit
.
“I’ll be back when I’m sure she’s okay.” He looked to Sharla, surprised she didn’t look more panicked. Even more surprised to see determination in her eyes.
Attagirl
. Just don’t do anything stupid.
Please
.
Offering Sophia his arm, the lady accepted gladly and shuffled her way outside. When they’d made it to the ship’s gangway, she turned and patted him on the arm. “I’m okay from here. I’ll grab a crew member inside to escort me to the cabin for my meds. The doctor will be a phone call away if I need him. You go do your thing as planned.”
He loved this old lady. In only a week, he’d come to love her almost as much as her granddaughter. If anything happened to Sophia, he’d never forgive himself. Nor would Sharla. But if anything happened to Sharla,… God, he didn’t even want to go there. No wonder she didn’t want any part of a man whose life was on the line every day.
“Go.” Sophia nudged him. “Don’t you let anything happen to my little girl.”
“I won’t.” He took a step back, then another. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“I’ll be fine. Just get those bastards,” she said more steadily.
With that final reassurance, Luke turned and wove through the crowd to the back streets, making his way to his predetermined location. Out of sight from the café’s patrons, the rooftop across the way had everything he needed waiting for him. Gotta love connections.
Chapter Twenty
All Sharla wanted was to turn over this money to the creeps and get back to her grandmother. At this point she almost didn’t care if they were caught or not. Almost.
“I certainly hope she’s all right.” Gloria shook her head. “She’s such a nice lady.”
Herbie had kept his gaze focused on the window long after Nana and Luke had disappeared from view.
The man was too quiet. His concern for her grandmother helped make Sharla feel better. The way things looked, once this was all over, he and Nana were going to be an item for sure. Sharla wouldn’t be surprised if she lost her roommate.
“Here he is.” George stood and waved a slim middle-aged man in a Panama hat over to the table.
“How do you do?” Extending his hand to Herbie, the man offered a brief smile.
“Herbie Klein.”
“Sharla Kramer.”
Casting a furtive glance around the room, Mr. Panama Hat took a seat, at no time volunteering his name. “Shall we get started?” He set down a leather briefcase that most likely cost more money than Sharla earned in a week and pulled out a stack of papers.
“There’s been a slight change of plans,” George announced.
“Oh.” The associate raised a brow in question, once again quickly scanning the café before settling his attention back on George.