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Room 968 at the Wynn looked like a construction site.

Between the end of the bed and the mini-bar, a folding ladder stood in a pile of sawdust and plaster dust. A man high up the rungs was waist-deep in the ceiling, a large segment of which lay in pieces on the floor.

Letty locked the door after her and made her way inside.

Detected a muffled hum—the work of a quiet motor.

Dust rained down out of the hole in the ceiling.

She spotted a large black duffel bag in the corner, bulging.

Unzipped it.

Zip-ties.

Kevlar vests.

Face masks.

Ball gags.

Shotguns.

“What’s this, Ize?” she said, lifting a semi-auto tactical shotgun.

“S’all good,” he said.

“How exactly is this all good? Aside from the fact that you said ‘no guns,’ you fire off one shell and you’ll wake the entire Strip.”

“We won’t be firing any shells.”

“How’s that?”

“Keep digging.”

She thrust her hand deeper into the duffel until her fingers grasped a cartridge the size of a twelve-gauge shotgun shell. She lifted out a clear capsule packed with copper wiring and a four-pronged electrode. TASER XREP had been engraved into the plastic.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Nasty is what that is. It’s a taser on steroids. Fires out of a shotgun and delivers debilitating pain for up to twenty seconds. I let Jerrod pop me with one. Standard Taser ain’t no thing, but I’d hate to meet a man that shell can’t drop.”

“It’s not lethal?”

“Nah. Only makes you wish you were dead.”

Over by the window, Jerrod was cranking down on a clamp that held a large suction cup to the glass.

Isaiah knelt over an REI store’s worth of climbing equipment, just the sight of which tightened Letty’s stomach. He was in the process of outfitting each harness with a locking carabiner and an ATC belay device.

She stepped over a neat coil of climbing rope.

Ventured a glance out the window.

The view was east over the lighted pools and a maze of lower rooftops dotted with AC units. Beyond it all, a golf course shone green in the night.

“It’s just seventy feet down to the rooftop below,” Isaiah said.

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

He dropped the harness he’d been working with and rose to his feet.

Tapped the glass.

“Once we get down there, we gotta make it across the convention center roof. Mark will be waiting for us with the van at the top of the parking deck.”

Letty stared at a tower of empty duffel bags in the corner.

“Lot of bags.”

“Lot of cash.”

“We going to be able to carry it all out?”

“It’s a concern—our abundance of riches.”

Jerrod said, “Should I start scoring this glass?”

“Yeah, get that shit done.” Isaiah lifted one of the duffels. “Assuming the denominations are high, best case scenario, we fit about four mil into each bag.”

Letty watched as Jerrod applied cutting fluid to a wide circle.

Using a Bohle tool kit, he carefully scored a circle with a four-foot diameter into the glass.

“How many pounds we talking?” Letty asked.

“Twenty-two pounds per million dollars.”

“That’s eighty-eight pounds per bag. I can’t carry that.”

“Nobody expecting you to. That’s all on me and my badass friends. If the haul comes in at thirty-five or thirty-six, that’s nine bags. Three trips across the convention center rooftop.”

“That’s a helluva lot of time humping back and forth out in the open.”

“Well aware.”

“Lot of time for things to fall apart.”

“I ever say this would be easy-peasy?”

Jerrod removed the glass cutter, said, “I think I’ll go ahead and just take out the circle.”

“Might as well.”

From a foam-lined aluminum case, Jerrod lifted a new tool.

“What’s that?” Letty asked.

“Called a cut opener.”

“Cool.”

He smiled, eating up the attention. She could’ve cared less, but making nice with Isaiah’s cohorts didn’t strike her as the worst idea she’d ever had.

He turned a knob. “I’m just setting the tapping force. Watch this.”

Holding the device to the surface of the window, he placed the head of the glass tapper to the score line, then squeezed the lever. The cut opened in inch-long segments, slowly forming a perfect circle.

Up in the crawlspace, the hum of the motor had stopped.

Stu climbed down out of the ceiling with a circular saw, his face frosted with dust.

Isaiah said, “We happy?”

Stu grinned, wiped a sheen of sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I was able to get an angle on the subfloor. Cut out a four-by-four section. Little glitch. There’s a slab of marble over top of it. It’s gonna take two or three of us to move it. I was only able to lift it a quarter of an inch, and just for a second.”

“Well, let’s do this. See what we got to work with.”

# # #

Letty tugged on a pair of latex gloves and went up first.

Richter’s contact had said two a.m., but what the hell did that mean? Surely someone would sweep the room before the money showed.

She climbed over a tube of ductwork and emerged into a bathroom.

Swung the beam of her flashlight across the walls.

Swanky.

Giant Jacuzzi tub. Triple vanity. A TV embedded in the mirror. Double-headed shower with more floor space than some apartments she’d rented in her darker days.

She spoke into her headset, “This is not a mirror of our room. It’s a large suite. How we doing on time?”

Isaiah hit her back, “No idea, but stay cool. We need some recon.”

Letty struggled onto her feet. Her heart banging away.

She moved across the bathroom and through an archway.

Everything dark.

Perfectly quiet.

“Bathroom opens into the master suite.”

“Take it slow and low, that is the tempo,” Isaiah said. “There could already be cameras or motion sensors in place.”

That gave her pause.

“Really?”

“Really.”

At the open doorway of the master suite, she killed the light. Stared hard into the darkness.

“Would it be the end of the world if I turned on a proper light?” she asked.

“Nah, go for it.”

She found a panel of dimmer switches next to the entertainment center and brought up the lights. Her eyes burned for several seconds.

The living room boasted a wet bar, a desk, in-room dining area, plasma high-def, and a sitting area adjacent to a floor-to-ceiling window.

The curtains had been swept back.

The desert floor glittering below like crystals in a cave.

Isaiah said, “Are the curtains drawn?”

“No, they’re open.”

“Close them.”

She pulled the curtains, then moved on toward the front door.

Said, “There’s a powder room and a room with a massage table by the entrance. Otherwise, we’re early to the party.”

“All right. We’re coming up.”

# # #

Letty sat on one of the white leather sofas, staring at the time on her iPhone.

12:23 a.m.

One hour and thirty-seven minutes.

Isaiah, Jerrod, and Stu had been circling the suite for the last fifteen, studying the floor plan.

Jerrod said, “We have to already be here when they roll in.”

Stu was shaking his head.

They moved out of the bedroom and eased down onto the couches.

“We don’t attack until we know what’s coming through that door.”

Isaiah said, “Intel says six men.”

Jerrod said, “What if it’s a dozen?”

“Then we go home,” Stu said.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Isaiah said. “They’ll send two men in to sweep the room before they cart in the cash. Confirm all’s cool. We can’t be in here when that happens. How many cams we got, J?”

“Three, I think. They’re with Mark. Where is he, by the way? He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

“We’ll put a cam in here, one in the bedroom, one in the bathroom. We let them come in. Let them get comfy. Then we come up through the floor like the fucking wild bunch. We’re going to be charging in with Taser cartridges. They’ll be carrying something with a tad more bite. Full-auto subs if I had to guess. We got no margin for error on this takedown. It has to be fast and quiet. One minute, they sitting around chillin’. The next they’re twitching on the floor. We’re gonna have to ball gag and zip-tie a minimum of six men inside of twenty seconds.”

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