Stifled (Summoned Book 2) by Kaye Rainy

Author:Kaye, Rainy [Kaye, Rainy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: TeZLA Publishing
Published: 2015-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

I take the passenger seat on the way back from Lyle's house to our hotel. Syd and I don't even acknowledge each other until we're well into the trip.

Then I speak through clenched teeth. “You know what Lyle needs?”

“Please don't, Dim.” She sighs, then says, “Let me guess. A bullet in the brain? A crushed windpipe?”

“A thesaurus.”

She chokes a laugh. “What?”

“If he says 'fantastic' one more time, I'm going to cram a thesaurus down his trap.”

“Yeah. . .” She drifts off into thought.

I lie back against my seat and stare out the windshield. We only have a few days before the JiNet quarterly party. Syd hasn't said anything yet, but denying her this is like denying her the prom. That means not only do I need to go steal tax records, I have to do it soon or we won't get to RSVP.

With a sigh, I pick up the tablet from next to the console and start paging through the new information Lyle loaded onto it. The floor plan has the target room marked, but none of the others. Hopefully it's not stuffed full of all the tax records from the last twenty years.

I try to remember my argument of why I wasn't going to do this anymore. The argument of how I was done. Then I realize I never had one.

I guess I really do live to serve.

I go back to reading the tablet and find a nifty little detail about the academy. It's equipped with an alarm system. A good one that cutting the power to the building won't override.

The answer is both obvious and frustrating: I have to go during the day. That way, the alarm won't be engaged because people will be there.

I only know two ways to get into a building during hours of operation. First, use a fake ID. Karl always handled getting a hold of those, and I wouldn't know where to start.

Second, create a diversion.

I do know a lot of ways to create a diversion.

“Oh, you have that look,” Syd says, interrupting my thoughts.

As much as I want to drill home I'm pissed off at her, I have to grin. She sounds mortified.

“Dim, we need to go the store, don't we?”

I give her a sly smile. “You know it.”

***

We make a marathon trip to the store, and then unload the loot into the hotel room. I sit on the bed to run over the checklist in my brain. I have sugar, candle wax, a package of toilet paper, a scale, a small bowl, another single burner, a few pots, a power strip, a hot glue gun, paper, cardboard, tape, scissors, and food dye.

I look up at Syd. She is standing by the table, staring at me.

“Now I just need two other little things,” I say.

“Glitter and confetti?”

I grin, realizing I might get a little too excited about making homemade disasters. I push down the thought. “Not glitter and confetti, but close. Potassium nitrate and some visco fuse.”

“Come again?”

“Only if you're on top.”

Apparently, I suck at this being mad thing.

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