Trey glanced over his shoulder as he worked the lock of another strong box. “I’m sorry. But the arrest had to look real. Plus, I didn’t want to make a deal out of calling in my Pop.”
“Who you stunned and left in the cell.” She pulled the cred sticks out of the box.
“Yeah, well,” the thief said as he pulled a gem-laden necklace from the box. “You didn’t see what he did to me for my twelfth birthday on Chandrilla. No court would convict me.” He paused, then let out a laugh. “Well, not for that anyway.”
“You really worry me sometimes,” she gave him a side ways glance, “you know that right.”
Tossing the necklace to his pilot, Trey grinned. “Nothing to worry about, Arden...Read More