Quiet Voice in Shadow
“Interesting choice,” came a whispered commentary as she pulled the glorious gem from its resting place.
A litany of swear words ran through her mind though she forced herself to stay silent, eyes forward as she pocketed the thing of beauty. Whoever had made the statement, half contemplative, half mocking, now made no sound to give away his position. A bead of sweat fell from the tip of her nose to the marble floor, and she cursed herself anew.
“No need to fear, my pet. I’m here for richer game.” His voice was receding, into an adjacent room. She dared a glance only to see a graceful shadow disappear behind a case. Gloved hand across her brow, and the bulk of the perspiration was wiped away.
One second.
Two seconds.
More curses came as she shook herself from a foolish reverie. Three more seconds, and she’d executed her exit plan, leaving the other burglar behind with his ‘richer game’ and condescending airs.
Perhaps that’s why she tripped the alarm on her way out, professional courtesy be damned.