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never worked. But even now she wanted to hold the damn things.
    She looked down. “My arm. It’s bleeding again.”
    “That’ll look suspicious.” Macy pulled out a shawl and Angel put it over her shoulders. Then she messed up Angel’s hair. “Okay.”
    None of them were happy about returning to the scene. But leaving the gun would draw attention. That damn brainiac security guard would remember making her check it and start wondering. Maybe the staff would start scanning tapes. It could lead them to figuring out three women pulled the job. Female jewel thieves were a lot easier to find than male jewel thieves, because there were so few of them. Borgola would have their descriptions and he’d search the kingdom to find them like a twisted kind of Cinderella tale. Except they’d die.
    A guard stopped them and shone a light into the car.
    “I forgot something,” Angel said.
    White Jenny drunkenly pleaded with him to let Angel go back and get her gun. Cars were streaming out quickly.
    There was a too-long silence where he flitted the light around. They were all aware of the packs under the front seat, full of jewels and hardware.
    “Go,” the guy said. “Be snappy.”
    They drove on in silence. Angel’s pulse raced. She could feel the tension in the car cranking—and not in the delicious way.
    They needed to talk about something else. Angel straightened up. “So when that guy was looking at my cracking tool,” she said, “I told him I listen to music while I do the johns.”
    “That’s funny.” White Jenny slowed to let a car pass the other way. “But I could see it.”
    “I thought so. It’s weird, but not that weird.” Angel said. “He believed it.”
    Angel followed Macy’s gaze to guys running across the dark lawn. “I don’t like this,” Macy said. Angel heard her shove a clip into her extra gun. They would leave hot if they had to. “I’m going in with you.”
    “So anyway,” Angel said, “I told him I let the johns pick the songs. And then he asks me what songs they like to make me listen to while they do me.”
    White Jenny snorted. “What did you say?”
    This was good. Angel could feel the tension lightening. “I didn’t know what to say. In my mind, all I could think of was like, We are the Champions? “
    White Jenny snickered. “We are the Champions?”
    Macy said, “You didn’t tell him that.”
    “No. I just said, not Dancing Queen by ABBA.”
    They all burst out laughing. Nervous, crazy laughter.
    Guys with guns were going around to cars.
    Angel asked, “So what song? That’s my question. What would you guys have told him? What song would a john make his whore listen to while he does her?”
    “ You Can’t Touch This,” Macy said.
    White Jenny snorted. “Who Let the Dogs Out?”
    “ I”m coming up... ” Macy sang.
    The obnoxious answers came in full force. They were all hysterical as the guesses went on.
    “Wait!” White Jenny gasped. “ I am Iron Man by Black Sabbath.”
    Angel was laughing so hard she was crying. A gun tapped on the window.
    White Jenny rolled it down, sniffling and smiling. “Yeah?”
    A guard asked a few questions. They explained their mission. No, they hadn’t seen anything unusual.
    “You girls get your piece and drive safe,” the guy said.
    White Jenny looked at Angel once they were off again. “Angel, your mascara is like, weeping black.”
    “Shit,” Angel said, making to wipe it.
    Macy reached back and caught her wrist. “Stop. It’s perfect. You look so fucked up right now. Keep it.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    A robbery attempt couldn’t have happened at a shittier time. Not a shittier time. Security would be tightened right when Cole needed free run of the mansion. And Borgola would feel paranoid when Cole needed him to feel comfortable.
    The robbers wouldn’t have gotten anything, considering the bedroom safe was a Fenton Furst. No, all these Bozos had done was jeopardize his operation. And the lives of those kids.
    A few guests