Why didn’t you just give him your address and invite him over for tea? After you were done your crumpets you could have modeled your costume and showed him where you stashed all your stolen goods?
That voice in her head pestered her the whole way home in the cab.
I don’t know why.
Vivian admitted to herself, annoyed still, but trying to concentrate on other things. Tomorrow was a long day. She had to sort through what she had and then ‘interview’ the new fence a contact in the last city she was in had given her.
She also needed her beauty rest; tomorrow night would be even longer. She had her eye on a new target. It would be a long night of shadowing and surveillance.