When I was a kid, Halloween was the Big Score. Bigger even than Christmas, really. Out all night, come back with a bag of hard-earned loot. Good honest ransack ( Read more... )

It’s my room, too, so after Suzy shouts at me to fuck off through the door for the third time, I pick the lock. As the door opens, she’s hastily throwing clothes on to cover that she’s been webcam masturbating for one of her Amazon Wishlist “friends” again ( Read more... )

I've known for a while. Known what you were doing ( Read more... )

Listen. It can't fail. Between noon and twelve-thirty, there's only one guard in the atrium between the east and west wings, but that's when his girlfriend has her break-time at her own job. So he spends the whole time, pretty much, on the phone with her. We can get across the third-floor bridge, into the storage area, easy. I have the number, and ( Read more... )

As criminal gangs go, I expect we’re one of the most unusual in the system at this point ( Read more... )

"How could someone have stolen the painting when all the doors remained locked?" the flummoxed police inspector blustered ( Read more... )

When I went and killed the old man, it presented us with a bit of a problem ( Read more... )

You a fan of hangin’s ( Read more... )

“C’mon, honey, come over here ( Read more... )

"Five G&T's," I tell the bartender. "And a coke ( Read more... )