Both turned around to face the woman.
Yes, it was definitely Ida Spavento.
"Uh...Uhm..." was all Acey could manage, and her face was an unnamed shade of red. "I mean... Uh..."
"Don't shoot," said Scipio, looking at the gun in her hands. In all his fifteen years, he had never been held at gunpoint. And, neither had Acey. "And don't call the police."
"The police? Oh, that's just about the least I'll do," she said, moving her blue eyes from one thief to the other. "What are you after? My cameras?"
"N-no, Seignora," Acey muttered, looking down sheepishly. "W-we just want the wing."
"The wing? And how old are you, anyway? You can't be more than sixteen," she asked, lowering the gun and shaking her head.
"Fifteen, actually," Acey sighed, leaning against the counter.
"F-fifteen? And already breaking into people's houses? And, why do you want my wing?" she asked curiously.
"Someone wanted us to steal it," Acey said, looking from Scipio to Ida. "We need the money."
"Who wanted you steal it?"
"My client wishes to remain of the utmost secrecy," Scipio said, firmly and mysteriously. Acey looked to him in shock. He had just been held at gun point, and he wasn't going to talk? Someone really valued his life.
"And just how much is he willing to pay you?" She asked, not seeming to notice Scipio's tone.
"Five million," Acey muttered, looking down again.
"F-five million for a wooden wing?"
"If you don't mind me asking, Seignora, why is it worth so much?" Acey asked, looking up once more.
"Do you know, I really don't know?" Ida replied, leaning against the counter herself. "But, if I don't call the police, will you help me find out?"
"Yes," said Scipio quickly, deciding it was the best thing to do. Acey gave him a quick grin. He was right. It was the best thing to do.