There was quiet chatter.
One of the necklaces was missing.
There was urgent chatter as the alarm wailed.
Security guards hurried into the building.
"Hmm." It was Queenie.
She picked up a pair of keys.
"Nice necklace, Queenie. Diamonds and emeralds never looked so good." I complimented.
"Dominic Toretto."
I approached Queenie from behind.
"The word on the street is you got locked up."
"Yeah, well, in and out, you know."
"When are they gonna learn? Some birds can't be caged."
"Are you looking for one of me sons?"
Sirens wailed in the distance.
"Not tonight."
"You do the driving, I'll cut you in for 15%."
I smiled.
"My thieving days are over."
A car alarm chirped as she unlocked it.
I opened the door for Queenie.
"Mine ain't."
She got in.
I shut the door.
"You coming?"
I got in the passenger seat.
Queenie started the engine, reeving it.
The tires squealed as she pulled away.
Cops were following us.
"I'm looking for someone. Would've shown up in town a little while ago. A lot of guys, a lot of resources."
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Word did go round on a crew that just turned up led by an American."
The tires squealed as Queenie made a sharp turn.
"Yeah. He bought some arms off a local seller. Rumor had it he was into something big up in Edinburgh."
I was watching the Cop cars in the mirror.
She moved the gear shift up.
"Local seller, huh?"
I smiled.
"She wouldn't happen to be wearing a stolen necklace, would she?"
"He paid well. What was I supposed to do?"
Queenie continued driving.
"This geezer was about your height, actually. Similar features. Oh, bloody hell. He's not your cousin or something, is he?"
"He's my brother."
She looked over at me.
Cop cars were approaching us from in front.
"Get the hand brake for me, would you, darling?"
I pulled the emergency brake and then put it down.
Queenie spun the wheel around.
The Cop cars crashed into each other.
"Glad I'm not the only one with a family full of eccentrics."
She was going backwards.
"He offered payment for something else."
Queenie looked over at me.
