Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

Larger and more dangerous. "What do you want?" "A conversation. Nothing more." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a card, holding it out between two fingers. "My name is Preston Cole. I represent people who are always looking for reliable partners." I take the card without looking at it. "I have partners." "Everyone can use more." He stops walking, and I stop too, because stopping feels safer than letting him follow me any further. "Think about it. No pressure. Just a conversation."

Cooper pulled out a black card from his trouser pocket and handed it over to me as he said, "Olivia, we want you to have the money. I do not know if you are well taken care of, but I have seen the poor clothes you wore before and how ill-treated you had been living. I had always felt compelled to reach out to you, but I did not want to be misunderstood that I was trying to date you. Please, take this card. It has 10 million. Use it for your upkeep until Saturday arrives." My jaw dropped as Cooper extended his card to me. I glanced at the triplets, hesitating to take the card from him. "What if the DNA result is negative?" I asked him, my hand trembling and likewise my voice. Cooper's smile d

I asked quietly. “Because it is,” Dante answered immediately. Silvio ignored him, “Open it.” I slowly pulled out the card inside, then blinked and then blinked again. It was matte black with platinum lettering embossed across the front with no spending limit. My stomach dropped instantly, “Silvio,” I whispered in horror. Claire leaned over excitedly, “Oh my God, is that the Centurion card?” Silvio took a sip of his coffee calmly, “Among other things.”

For some reason, a wave of unease crept over me. I called Scott Shaw. It rang for a while before he finally picked up. There was a lot of background noise on his end. "Hey, honey? Why are you calling right now? I’m about to head into a meeting." Scott’s voice sounded as gentle as ever. "Did you grab the wrong school card last night—the one you left by the door?" I asked casually, "Emma tried scanning it, and it showed a kid named Gabriel Cooper."

Her grip was firm and professional. Sofia didn't haggle. She selected three of my best silk pieces and counted out the full price in cash without asking for a discount. Before she gathered her bags to leave, she reached into her leather purse, pulled out a heavy, matte-black business card, and slid it into my palm. I flipped the card over. On the clean white back, she had written a short message in elegant, sharp ink: Call me when you get tired of freezing at the market.

I stared at the card in my hand, hesitation plaguing my flesh. But it didn't matter. Not anymore. I dialed the line, and it rang. Once. Twice. Then… answered. I didn't speak just yet. I didn't know what to say. Should I… “Took you long enough…” a feminine voice replied. Smooth. Certain. Like she’d been expecting me. “...ready to play, Max Callaghan?”

“Slyvester, my cellphone is in my bag. Can you pick it up for me?” “Sure,” Slyvester answered in a low voice, grabbing the phone and seeing Kyle’s name on the screen. “Kyle is calling,” he informed her. “Kyle? Did you tell him that we’re together?” “No. Let’s answer his call to figure out why he’s calling. I will put this on loudspeaker, wait a minute.” He answered the call and pressed the loudspeaker button. [“Ryan.”] “Yes, Kyle, why?” Ryan answered. [“Where are you right now? I really think you need to come back here as soon as possible.”]

“Sure, no problem. Oh, take this card and just give me a call once you have decided to let us hear a sample of your other songs. I want to some bops; you feel me?!” “Yeah, for sure.” I took the calling card from Guy Richie’s hand before eventually running towards a private area. I looked at my phone and the ringing suddenly stopped much to my disappointment. I waited again for another ring and when it rang, I immediately answered the phone but no one was answering. I just heard someone crying yet it was faint enough that I can’t tell if it was someone crying or if it was just someone creating weird sounds. And then I heard something crashed. “Woah, hello? Jayler?”

Without waiting for an invitation, Cooper shut the door with his foot and crossed the room. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Clifton Bay?" Holly croaked, hating how thin and terrified her voice sounded as she watched him place the roses on the nightstand. "With this?" Cooper waved his bandaged hand, pulling out his victim card. "I would be if your Russian sociopath lover hadn't maimed me. But that's neither here nor there. How are you holding up?"

Clearly this isn't a coincidence. "Why are we here?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't answer immediately. He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a business card. He hands it to me, his eyes locking with mine. "It's my business card," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Call me if you need anything." I hesitate, unsure of what to make of this gesture. I glance at the card in his hand, noticing the sleek design and the bold font that spelled out Sin's name and contact information.