She gazed at the dazzling display, resisting the urge to press her palm against the window, in awe of the colors shifting between the facets, dancing in harmony for her alone. In that moment she was Audrey Hepburn taking Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
A community service officer passed by. She smiled, casually brushing her nylon bangs aside. He returned her smile and walked on. Just as she turned her gaze back to the gems, the alarm blared, harsh flashing lights snapping her back to her role as lookout. Sighing, she flicked her wrist, palming the knife. Her brothers had one job. Amateurs.