My Favorite Thief by Karyn Monk

Author:Karyn Monk [Monk, Karyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Jewel Thieves, England, Fiction, Romance, Suspense, Historical, General, Nobility
ISBN: 9780553584417
Google: W1V8CdKPknoC
Amazon: 0553584413
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2003-12-30T00:00:00+00:00

He smiled, either pleased because she had remembered, or because he liked the way it sounded coming from her. “An’ why do they call yer old da that?”

She swallowed.

“Why, Lottie?”

“Because you break bones.”

“That’s right, I do. Lots of bones, Lottie. More than I can remember. But you remember, don’t ye?”

She nodded, feeling as if she was going to be sick.

“So ye’re goin’ to get me the rest of my money, and ye’re goin’ to get it for me quick. An’ if ye tell me ye canna, or willna, I’m goin’ to be right cagged, which just might mean that I’ll have to break some bones. An’ do ye know whose bones I’ll break first?”

She nodded furiously. Tears were stabbing at her eyes now. I mustn’t cry, she told herself, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek. I mustn’t.

“I dinna think ye do.” His mouth split into a hard smile. “ ’Cause ye’re probably thinkin’ it’ll be yer bones I’ll be crackin’, when in fact I’ve somethin’

better in store. Can ye guess what it is?” Her eyes widened. Oh, God, he was going to go after someone in her family. He understood that was worse than anything he could possibly do to her. She knew he could do it. She would have to warn them, she realized. She’d have to tell all of them that they mustn’t go out, or if they did, that they needed to have protection, and then they would want to go to the police—

“I’m goin’ to break wee Flynn’s bones,” he informed her succinctly. “One bloody bone at a time.”

She stared at him, stunned. No, she thought, feeling on the brink of hysteria. No, no, no.

“Have ye nae noticed that he ain’t about, Lottie?” He regarded her with something akin to amusement. “He’s a clever wee tooler, that’s for sure. Caught him just this mornin’ fleecin’ a shop.

Near got away with it, too. But then a mob started after him, an’ I had to lend him a hand. He was soddin’ mad when he realized I was keepin’ him till our business was finished. Refused to believe I was yer da. I had to crack his napper for that one.” His expression darkened as he finished, “He kept his gob shut after that.”

Charlotte stayed frozen, trying desperately to absorb what her father was telling her.

And then she shrieked in helpless rage and flew at him, striking him as hard as she could in his face.

Archie was too astonished at first to fend off the blow, which sent a surge of ringing pain through his cheek and ear. He recovered quickly enough to grab his daughter by her arms and crack her own cheek with the back of his hand before heaving her to the floor.

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