To Steal His Heart
By Alec Nortan
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The best way to catch a thief is to act like one—or at least that’s how Matt Glenn operates. He’ll protect your valuables, but the one thing he can’t protect is his own heart. His life is looking up when he meets hot client Ben on his latest assignment. But when Matt comes back into contact with police lieutenant Jordan Cobbers, the man who could have been the love of his life, things get complicated. As the danger rises and lives are placed at risk, will Matt survive?
Alec Nortan
Alec Nortan is a French social services worker. Though he learned English at school, he chooses this language to write in. His works are gay-related fictions, varying from young adult, science fiction or fantasy adventure, to romance.
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To Steal His Heart - Alec Nortan
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To Steal His Heart
Copyright 2016 Alec Nortan
Cover Art by Aria Tan ©Copyright 2016
Edited by Elizabeth Coldwell
Published in 2016 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, NineStar Press, LLC
To Steal His Heart
Matt Glenn
Alec Nortan
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Dedication
To Ben, who doesn’t like to read but loves me more than I could have hoped for and supports me unconditionally.
Acknowledgements
I’d like to thank absolutewrite.com and all the fellow writers with whom I shared my doubts and who helped me become one.
And Elizabeth, thank you for making all this possible.
Chapter One
Sometimes, my job is easier than others, and it’s nice. It’s like a vacation. But today, it’s ridiculously easy.
Breaking through the reinforced front door should have been impossible.
Well, not quite impossible. I’m good. But difficult enough to consider looking for another way in. Luckily for me—sadly for the occupant, it’s a matter of point of view—the lock is a cheap one. I could have opened it with a toothpick in less than ten seconds…
I don’t even have to use a flashlight. The evening sky is still bright enough to light the place. The whole room is outdated. The furniture is old, but not enough to be worth anything. Knickknacks of all sorts crowd every flat surface while plush-looking paintings adorn the walls. A single look tells me that’s all they are—plush-looking. One or two might not be completely worthless, but paintings are a pain to take away and sell. And these certainly aren’t worth the trouble. I let my gaze linger a couple of seconds on each one for my camera to take them in, though. Ten seconds later, a voice in my headset confirms my suspicions.
I can rely on Cathy to see anything I might miss. If ever her husband wants to divorce, he’ll never be able to hide a cent from her. Good thing he’s completely in love with her.
I don’t lose any more time. The clock is ticking. I walk to an especially ugly painting of a hunting scene and swing it to the side. I can’t help smiling. Here is the safe, as expected.
I take out the powder from one of my hidden pockets and blow some on the pad. Except for the eight, all the digits have been used. On the six, the two, and the three, there’s a single fingerprint. It could be that the owner changed the code recently, but I doubt it. Old people tend to stick to their habits. They’re probably mistakes, just like the seven which has a print that has slipped.
I look at my list of numbers, the result of hours of research with Cathy.
Only four have the remaining digits.
The first one is the son’s graduation date.
Unlikely.
One is the daughter’s wedding date.
Highly unlikely. They haven’t spoken to each other in ages. She hasn’t even been invited to the wedding.
The third one is the dog’s tattoo number.
Possible.
The fourth one is the late husband’s birthday.
Bingo!
The box opens at the first try. Inside is a tiara.
I take it out and examine it. It’s probably the only thing worth stealing in this flat, but I won’t take the chance of making off with a fake.
It sparkles in the light. Diamonds and pearls. I examine one diamond. It’s real. It’s enough for now. I carefully put the tiara in my breast pocket, close the safe, clean the pad, and put the painting back in place.
A quick glance at my watch tells me I’m four minutes ahead of schedule.
Like I said. Too easy. The owner won’t be back for another hour. Now it’s time to take care of my alibi.
I take off my gloves and headset and pocket them. I ignore the lift and take the stairs to avoid bumping into any occupant of the building. I also need to find another hiding place for the tiara. I had expected rings and necklaces. They would have fit in my pockets, but the tiara makes a big bulge. I take it out. I place it around my thigh. It’s a perfect fit. I pull down my trousers, attach it with a string to keep it in place, and secure it with a little tape. I pull up my trousers and move my leg. The tiara is almost invisible under the fabric. I walk out of the flat, closing the door behind me. No one will know I’ve been here.
I reach the street without trouble and turn right. I increase my pace to a slow jog. To any onlooker, I’ll just be hurrying back home. I could run faster, but I don’t want to break a sweat. That wouldn’t be good for my alibi. Three blocks later, I slow down to a walking pace, and take out my phone.
For the tenth time, I’m at the restaurant with Cathy and her husband.
I walk in front of the restaurant, speaking rather too loudly, mimicking annoyance. I walk by once more for the waiter inside to see me. I shrug and point at the phone, as if to excuse myself. The waiter smiles and nods.
I walk in. I have to go. Bye!
I hang up. Sorry. These phones can be a real pain.
I turn it off.
The waiter smiles and answers with a noncommittal, It happens.
I walk back to the table I’d left a few minutes ago.
Did you manage to take the stain off, Matt?
I smile at Cathy as I sit down. I did. It sparkles like a diamond.
She smiles. You did great. We haven’t had time to miss you.
Enough with the innuendos. She’ll have to wait until tomorrow to get her hands on our prize, even if she’s dying to see it.
The waiter did miss you, though. We got you a glass of Hautes Côtes de Nuits.
Thanks, John. I had a phone call I had to take. Sorry for the wait.
I smile back at Cathy’s unsuspecting husband. He has red hair and light blue eyes, and is one of the best guys I’ve ever met.
Today’s their sixth wedding anniversary. Cathy had insisted that it would be the perfect cover for both of us. We keep poor John blissfully ignorant of that part of our job, as much to use him as an alibi as to keep him out of trouble in case anything goes wrong.
It’s amazing the miracle you performed with that stain! Making it and getting rid of it so fast! It’s a pity the stain didn’t do the same with you.
Here goes John’s best friend, and his biggest flaw. Her name’s Mary. She’s tall, blonde, and her boobs change faster than a newspaper headline. Well, to be honest, not quite. But if you add her lips, her Botox injections, and whatever else I’d rather never know about, even Google News couldn’t keep track. But hey, it works! She’s thirty-nine and looks like…a seventy-year-old plastic alien who flew too close to the sun before crashing on Earth.
Mary, please…
I ignore John’s wary rebuke and give Mary my best smile. "The only stain that can accomplish that miracle is you. I try not to cringe as Cathy’s pointy high heel hits my leg under the table.
But today’s Cathy’s and John’s day. Let’s make a toast to the best people I know, and the loveliest couple ever."
We all cheer as the waiter arrives with the appetizers. The food is exquisite, the wine excellent, and Mary extra bitchy. The perfect Saturday evening with friends.
Chapter Two
Show it to me!
I smile. Good morning to you too, Cathy. Did you have a good weekend? You know you could have taken a few days off with your husband. I’m not such a bad boss. I would have understood.
She rolls her eyes. I’ve been dying to see it for two days! Do I have to hit you to see it?
I laugh. I’ll pass on that. My tibia still remembers your kick from Saturday.
Well, you did earn it.
I mock stupefaction. I was on my best behavior! That harpy, on the other hand…
She smiles. She had to be there. It would have been strange to have John’s maid of honor with us, and not my best man.
I scowl. You wouldn’t have dared leave me out of this, would you?
She hunches over me, her dead-serious face inches from mine. I will next time if you don’t show me what you stole yesterday!
I sigh exaggeratedly and open my attaché case. You’re such a materialistic girl. Sometimes, I really pity John.
She punches my arm.
See? Materialistic and violent.
I put the tiara on my desk. We both stare at it. It’s beautiful. Five perfect pearls sparkle over an intricate design of diamonds set in white gold.
They all look genuine.
I take out my jeweler’s loupe, so I can take a closer look than I did when I stole it.
Hmm…Yes, they’re all real diamonds. The pearls are perfect too.
I settle back in my chair, staring at the tiara. It’s probably late nineteenth century. I’d assume it comes from a minor branch of some European royal family. You’ll have to search if you want to find anything about it. We’ll wait for a couple of days to see if the owner can produce any proof of its existence to the police. If not, I can make it legally mine as an heirloom from my poor great-grandaunt Beatrix who lived in Romania. God bless her soul.
Romania?
Given the country’s turbulent history, and with the aid of one or two fake documents, it would be easy to accomplish. But before that, it’s your turn to work.
I hand her the tiara.
When do you expect our client to call?
I look at my watch. Probably in an hour.
The phone rings.
Or less.
I pick up.
Did you steal it?
Today’s not a day for good mornings, obviously. Such panic in the voice. I explained to him everything he needs to know, but still. It’s always like this.
Benjamin, are you using the phone I gave you?
I carefully use his first name. Something I usually try not