Silent Offender chapter four: Two Thieves
Author: The Four Minds
In the morning Gabby said nothing of the encounter with the dark stranger in her bedroom, nor did Illya. Both thought it was a dream brought on by paranoia even thought they couldn't explain how things in their rooms kept getting misplaced or moved.
"Have you seen my favorite book?" Illya asked the girls as they walked down to breakfast. They all shook their heads. "Hmm, must have left it in Sean's room."
"Speaking of missing things," Shadow chimed in, "Have you seen a bracelet of mine?"
"I didn't know you had any bracelets, Shadow. What does it look like?" Morgana asked.
"It's a silver link chain. It has a charm with and "AG" in the middle."
"'Ag'? What does that stand for?" Illya questioned, curious.
"Nothing important really. Just let me know if you find it, okay?" Shadow huffed out before walking off.
"What was that all about?" Gabby asked watching her leave.
"Who knows, it is Shadow," Irona concluded.
Shadow walked near the gate on top of the high wall, performing small flips as though she were on a balance beam. Even though she had given up thievery for the time being, she still like to keep her skills honed. She was mid back flip, however, when some one called out to her.
"Hey you up there!" the voice screamed again. Shadow nearly fell but managed to regain her balance. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," the voice, male and seductive, called again. Shadow looked to the man from where the voice had come from. He flipped his dark hair out of his sunglasses covered eyes. He wore dark jeans and a white T-shirt with black leather jacket on this cool morning, and Shadow couldn't help but notice that he was well built and good looking.
"Yes?" she called down to him, now sitting where she had been standing on top of the wall.
He smiled a crocked smile. "I was wondering if you could help me. You see, I locked my keys in my car and I don't have a spare on me. I was hoping you could help, maybe call a locksmith or something?"
Shadow dropped from her perch to land in front of the handsome stranger. He was much taller than he appeared from the wall. "Yeah, I can help," she said smugly. "Where's your car?" He pointed to a black sports car. She walked towards it.
"Don't you need a coat hanger of a phone to call the locksmith?" the man asked innocently.
Shadow just laughed and pulled two pins from her brown hair. She knelt next to the door, bent one of the pins, and placed it into the driver side door. A few clicks and a twist of her wrist later, the door opened. "Ta da!" Shadow exclaimed, never having doubted herself.
"Wow!" he stated acting surprised. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Umm...I just picked it up somewhere," she hesitated.
"Well, thanks," he said nodding his head. He climbed into the car and shut the door. Shadow, feeling good about herself, disappeared over the wall.
She had been much better than he had thought. Damian pulled a bracelet out of his pocket and ran his thumb over the embossed AG on the charm. He smiled. A lot better than she let on. He knew the meaning of this symbol. He replaced his prize then reached below the steering column and pulled some wires loose. Touching the right two together, he started the engine and drove off in his new toy.
It wasn't hard to get into this girl's room. From some reason he would soon know, she slept with the window open. Maybe it was claustrophobia, or maybe she didn't like being caged. Either way, he could use that to control this young thief if she got out of step. Of the group, she seemed to be the most likely to disobey orders, but at least he would have some kind of leash on her.
Now as it was, she seemed peaceful, lying in bed with the growing panther cub curled up next to her. There wasn't much in this room to personalize it. Meaning she was either used to moving from place to place, or she was used to not having anything. The few items she had, the scattered pieces of jewelry, a stunning dagger with playing cards and jewels inlaid to the handle and "Shadow" engraved on the blade, lay on the night stand.
"Must be a nickname," he whispered softly, pulling out the small bracelet. It didn't belong with the others, but was obviously important. He replaced it in his pocket and viewed the other objects. A deck of cards, multi-tooled knife; all laying in front of two picture frames, one a picture of the girls. His girls, he thought. The other, her and the British man she always hung around. He would have to watch this man. He would no doubt protect what he thought was his.
Slowly, Damian climbed back out te window taking one last look at his brown haired thief. She would be a prize indeed.
End chapter four. 5 (The Kiss of a Pale Man) coming.
