Heist by Laura Pauling

Author:Laura Pauling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, friendship, mystery, time travel, heist, science fiction fantasy, young adult teen

10:00 a.m.

The cold plastic chair in the private room at the police station sends goosebumps across my skin. Everyone from nurses to cops to FBI agents have asked me questions. I haven’t said much. If the judge at Dad’s sentencing didn’t know about Dad’s undercover work, these street cops definitely won’t.

I know last night looks bad, but sitting in the dark of the basement, taped to an old furnace pipe, I arrived at a conclusion. Once I realized this truth, the sweats stopped, and the pressure against my head and chest lightened. Dad was on an undercover job, playing the role of a criminal so he could gather evidence against his “partner.”

I have a plan worked out. Before I left the coat at the Gardner, no one had connected my dad to the stolen paintings. So if I can leave without mentioning any names, then it should be that way again. And the short spells of dizziness make me think I don’t have much time left.

The door opens and cold air brushes against the back of my neck. I don’t swivel to acknowledge the next interrogator.

“Would you like some hot chocolate?” asks a familiar voice. “These rooms can be a bit chilly.”

I turn and my jaw drops slightly.

“I keep telling them to bring in some comfy chairs, and maybe a small fridge, but they don’t listen to me.” The man drapes his suit coat over a chair and sits down as if he’s at home in front of his television. Or this is a meeting with an old friend.

“Frank?” I ask.

Frank chuckles, a nice, easy laugh. “I didn’t realize I was so famous with the kids. What’s your name?”

“Jack. We’ve met before.” Hope springs in my heart. Just maybe.

“I remember every man, woman, cop, criminal, dog, and parakeet I meet.” He taps the side of his nose. “Part of my job as an insurance investigator. And we’ve never met.”

“You’re wrong.” Clearly, Frank doesn’t remember me. Should I tell him about everything? Dad? And the time travel? Or is this a different Frank from a different reality who doesn’t know about these things yet?

Frank crosses his legs. “Where exactly have we met?”

I recall his words from the hallway at the courthouse. He said only I could help my daddy. He said I would have to make a choice someday. Well, that time’s now. “From the future.”

“The future, eh?” Frank stops swinging his leg. He points a finger at me. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

“I met you in the courthouse at my dad’s trial. You were drinking coffee, and your nose fell off.”

Frank opens his eyes wide, the disbelief written there in the way his mouth crooks and an eyebrow rises.

“You had a different nose. And your face looked different. You were a lot older. You had traveled into the future to talk to me.” Some of the puzzle pieces come together. “You must have used a painting. That’s how I keep coming back to the Gardner Heist. Through a painting.

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