Page 18 of The Sniper
Goddamn.
When was the last time I was this attracted to a woman?
Tiffany clears her throat, and my eyes snap back to hers.She felt it, too.
“Um, let me do that tour.”She rushes past, and I follow her up the stairs.She stops at the top and glances left and right.“This way leads to my wing—my bedroom.Where they took my...items.”
Panties.And diamonds...and the toys you used to make yourself come.
Yup, I know the list.
“And this way,” she starts walking.“We have the guest rooms and family bathroom.”
I take note of the security, including the window locks and roof access points.Tiffany’s intruders used a glass cutter, which hints towards being professional, but anyone can get their hands on one.
If I were going to steal diamonds, I’d buy one, practice and get good at it.Thing is, who are they selling the diamonds to?
Not many people are in the market for a million dollars of stolen diamonds in America.
I stop trying to do the cops' work for them, and glance down at the other end of the hall.
“Let’s see your room.Was that the window they cut?”
“Yes,” she replies, and we head down to her bedroom.
Jesus Christ.
I’ll be honest, I was expecting it to look like spring threw up, but that’s not at all what greets me.A crystal chandelier hangs from the middle of the ceiling, competing for attention with the wooden four post bed, which is draped in white linen.It’s so calming and ethereal I want to kick off my boots and go lie down.
Everything is serene.
A white faux fur rug lies over the dark gray plush carpet, and there’s a white and silver dressing table with a crystal vase and flowers.
Not colorful flowers.
White roses.
Who sent them?
Irrelevant.
There’s a crystal jewelry box on the dresser and a tiny silver chain lying next to it.A hint of perfume hangs in the air, and I find myself pulling in a deep, slow breath.
It smells like her.
This is her personal and intimate space.
The light in her walk-in closet leads me in that direction.
“That’s where the safe is,” Tiffany tells me, “LAPD fingerprinted it and did all the things.”
I nod, blinking at the size, which is equivalent to my living room at home.The amount of clothing, shoes, bags, and jewelry in here is jaw-dropping.There’s no way she’d be able to wear all of this in three lifetimes.
“I’m not an expert, but these watches must be worth a bit,” I lean into the glass cabinet and count five timepieces.
When she doesn’t answer, I glance up.
Tiffany nods, crossing her arms.
