Don't get nasty

Two weeks earlier…

A loud sound was heard as the shatters of glasses hit hard on the floor. The security system beeped 10 secs to go, counting slowly and then turned off.

Sloane West gave out a loud shriek as she ordered the rest to come in, they were going to rob the house and take every bit of gems in it. She was careful enough to block all the camera footage from witnessing the atrocities to be done; taking all the luxurious items in the house.

“Careful girls, make sure you don’t trip,” she warned, walking into one of the open rooms, it was like Paradise in there. “Come check this out girls, Mrs. Smith did a great job here, get the bag.”

Mary and Phoebe grabbed their already filled bags and hurried into the room, it was a luxurious one indeed. The chandeliers were like those used in conferences, it’s balls made of sharp diamonds.

“Check it out Phoebe,” Mary implied.

 The girls grabbed four stools from the dressing table and arranged it skillfully so Phoebe could get on it.

“Careful,” she whispered, watching Phoebe grab four balls, then six.

“it’s authentic girls. We’re rich baby!”

It didn’t take another minute before the chandelier was empty, while Sloane was getting Phoebe down from the stool, Mary was stealing jewelries from the wardrobe.

The girls were hell of thieves or better raiders. 

Sloane, their leader, alerted them to stop, “lets go girls, remember, we’ve got a lot to do.”

“Yes,” they agreed, flinging their bags to rest on their shoulders, they didn’t go through the broken door but through the window, and when they were out, Sloane picked a stick from the garden and threw it hard on the window, hard that the security system came on again.

“In no time the police will be here, let’s go.” 

** **** ***

Sloane walked to the coffee maker and turned it off, her hair already dampened by the heat escaping from the engine. She filled two cups and headed to the living room.

 A man was sitting there, with his eyes coldly glued to the television set. He wore a nice t shirt, with its first three buttons widely opened and a faded grey Jean. He didn’t wait for her to hand the cup over to him, he just grabbed it from her tight fingers, smiled and sipped.

“It’s okay,” the man said without being asked.

“Yea it is, the best here in Rhode Island, the coffee milk,” Sloane added, wearing a pretty fake smile. The bamboo made window flew open, sending a wave through her hair, it rested on her left eye, she slowly shifted it away, turning to look back at the man.

“I know you have coins with you Sloane, and you’ve refused to pay for the dirty jobs you made us do.”

“C’mon Jack, you know I have no money on me, I promise when I do, I’ll send your share.”

The man snapped, “but you robbed Mrs. Smith’s house lately, I’m so sure you got enough jewelries, I want my share now.”

“Fine, fine,” she said, “I’ll send your share when my girls return, I promise, but for now I don’t need you coming to the shores to visit me, I’ll look for you myself.”

“Why?,” Jack pulled a string of her hair and gave a smirk, “you don’t feel comfortable around me anymore?”

Sloane pushed his hand away, “leave, I’ll send the money,” she walked back into the mini sized kitchen and stared at the coffee maker till she could hear the creak of the door, but it didn’t open just once, someone else had walked in.

“Sloane,” Phoebe called, resting on the window edge, “come out, it’s important.”

Sloane dropped the knife she had picked to attack the intruder and walked into the living room. “You could have almost died,” she frowned, “ what’s so important?”

“We’ve paid all our debts and now that we’ve run bankrupt, I think I have a plan.”

“And that is?” she asked impatiently.

“Get another target far away from Rhode Island.”

“Excuse me that’s dangerous,” she sat down on the stool, “remember the last time we tried it, the police played a smart one on us, it was a narrow escape.”

She was mute.

“I think you should come up with another plan, a better one.”

Phoebe sighed, “but Rhode Islanders aren’t known for crimes, we should go to a larger city and…”

“Phoebe,” Sloane cut in, “this is a place were the rich ones hide their money, our money, if we live then we would have to come up with a plan on what’s next, you know we are hell of thieves, but the US police are no dolls to play with.”

“Hmm!,” she nodded in agreement, “I saw Jack walk out, he didn’t look so good.”

“He came for his money, ten thousand USD.”

“That’s a lot of money for just hiring guys to get the code of Mrs. Smith’s security system.”

“Then why didn’t you do it, if it was that simple?” Sloane attacked calmly. “Go get a new plan, and where’s Mary?”

“She was with me at the park, but went along with Henry”

“The awkward boyfriend?”

“Yea.”

“Just go okay, we’ll talk about it later,” Sloane assured.

Phoebe was adamant, she kept on talking, “we could play a smart one on Mrs. Smith for deceiving us with fake diamonds, we could steal from her guest house here in Rhode.”

She chuckled. “So she could give us beans for rubies? What happened to you the last time how come you couldn’t detect a fake diamond from a real one? Tell me.”

“That’s not the issue, the issue” -she looked at the ceiling- “is how to get all this done, you know what to do Sloane. The right thing to do. It's either we stay here bankrupt or we go out there and steal some coins. You know the right thing." She walked out in rage.

Sloane shrugged as she sat on the sofa. “That was harsh!”