The Infamous Frankie Lorde 2 by Brittany Geragotelis

Author:Brittany Geragotelis [Geragotelis, Brittany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Holiday House
Published: 2021-08-03T00:00:00+00:00

Entry Twenty-Two

The guards had looked at us suspiciously until we showed them our credentials.

Then they let us in through the gate, handed us the keys to our own golf cart and waved us off.

“These things are like golden tickets,” Ollie said as he rode shotgun in the cart. “Or all-access passes that get us backstage at a Jonas Brothers concert.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“These are better than a Jonas Brothers concert,” I said, making a face.

“I guess that’s a matter of opinion,” Ollie said, the wind whipping his shaggy wig around his face. I’d hated the hairpiece when I’d first seen it, but it had grown on me. Especially because Ollie looked nothing like himself in it. And that was sort of the point of our disguises.

“But it can’t be this easy, can it?” Ollie asked, gesturing around.

“When you lay a strong enough foundation, the rest builds itself,” I said, steering us along the long driveway toward the Brasko estate.

When we made it up to the main house, I parked our cart and we got out, gathered our things, and made our way inside.

Nobody came to greet us.

That’s not to say there was nobody there.

It was actually quite the opposite.

A couple dozen people milled around just inside the house, busily setting up lights, taping down wires, and strategically placing microphones around each room.

Nobody paid attention to the French woman dressed in a chic, princess-style jacket with two rows of buttons splitting the middle of her chest. I’d admired the coat while we were on a job once. I loved the way that it was fitted at the top, and then how the slippery black material billowed out like a dress from there.

It wasn’t until after I’d stolen it from the countess that I’d found out the frock was worth about $10,000.

I didn’t care.

It could’ve cost a dollar and I still would’ve kept it.

Because I actually liked it. It was chic and classy and could work with so many different personas. It made me feel fancy. Like I wasn’t just a common thief looking to steal a few bucks.

Besides, it was just smart to have a few nice things in your repertoire.

I brushed my own brown wig out of my face and then grumbled in annoyance as it fell back down over my eyes. It was the look I was going for: fine but unstyled. It was meant to blend in while my clothes stood out. I topped it all off with another pair of ridiculously oversized sunglasses. The frames were so big, they nearly took up my whole face.

This was the idea, since it made it even more difficult to get a good look at my face and features, and made it almost impossible for anyone to describe me later.

We walked past all the people scurrying around, stepping over cables as we went. Ollie teetered along behind me, holding a bunch of bags while I held only my small clutch.

I knew that Ollie was sweating by now. He broke out in

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