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The woman with the bright red umbrella sat at the bus stop across from the museum. Staring at the police car sitting at the doughnut shop down the road, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocketbook and brought it to her ear. “All’s clear. If you’re gonna do it, do it now.” Dangling from a ventilation shaft, Matt smirked. “Okay babe, I’ll be out in ten. What do you want for dinner? I’m buying.” He slowly lowered himself to the floor. “You can’t afford my kind of appetite.” He tiptoed pass the motion detectors. “I don’t know. I’m about to get very rich very soon.” She watched as the cops strolled over to their car. “Don’t get cocky. I hear that prison food taste like crap.” Matt stepped up to a display of Roman vases and pulled out a glass cutter. “Well, it has to taste better than your cooking.” The police pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive up towards the museum. “I could walk away right now and let you deal with the cops that are pulling up to the front door.” Matt slipped the real vase into a padded briefcase and replaced it with a perfect copy. “I think you love me too much to walk away.” Matt said, climbing into the vents. “Besides, I’m already long gone.” No sirens, no alarms, no nothing. Matt strolled out of the alley with his prize safely secured in his backpack. He walked up to the girl with the bright red umbrella and gave her a passionate kiss. “So, do you want the steak or the fillet mignon?” |