Cameron Newton stumbled into his loft apartment. His heels clicking rhythmically as he closed the door behind him and latched the three locks he kept on the door. Kicking his heels off and ripping his red balaclava off and threw it on the floor.
"That was sloppy," he chastised himself as he gently placed the tube holding the stolen paining onto his couch. "Almost didn't make it."
He was a professional thief, notorious in this area. He made millions from it. Now one mistake will set his projects back months!
He didn't want to slash the painting, it was always better to disconnect the painting from the frame to preserve the canvas. Cameron loved art, he hated when he had to damage it in any way. He had mistimed the alarm and had to slash and dash before the police showed. They came around in front of the museum just as he rounded the corner behind the building. Rookie mistake! Plus, he forgot to get changed before coming home! He prayed that no one saw him, he was willing to bet that no one had at two in the morning.
The Degas was too valuable to pass up, on tour for the first time in the states since going missing in 2014. This one painting alone would be worth several million to the right buyer. He couldn't leave it there, he'd just have to sit on it for a few years before fencing it.
He turned the TV on, sure that there would be news coverage on it.
He reached one arm above his head and unzipped the tight bodysuit he wore for work. He wiggled out of it then unclasped the padded bra he wore and slung it on the couch. He pulled some shorts off his bed and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Theft of a recently recovered Degas happened at the Guggenheim museum tonight." A news reporter stated, while they stood in front of the building. Cops still swarmed the area, no doubt trying to get the footage of the incident. "Rumors are circulating that it was the same red-hooded woman who robbed a jewelry store a few months ago. The community has nicknamed her Carmen San Diego."
Cameron smirked. He liked the nickname. Carmen had inspired the red hood after-all. He was glad someone made the connection.
Cameron had been a thief for a long, long time. It started in high school, with his best friend Amy. Amy was a two years older than him and convinced him to dress as a girl to steal stuff. It was a safe way to case a place, then rob it without anyone seeing the connection. Amy was now his main fence, and helped him with many projects.
The only reason this worked was because he inherited his moms soft features and curvy frame. He wore the padded bra to give him small B-cup boobs while working. He never worried about make-up since he always wore the balaclava. The tight black suit with the bra was enough to fool the cameras and, more importantly, the police.
Carmen was much more well known than Cameron, and that's how he wanted it. The more people looked for a woman, the less he drew suspicion.
His phone buzzed and Cameron answered it after glancing at the ID. "Hey, Aims."
"Did you get it?" She asked, straight to the point as always.
"Who are you talking to? Of course I did! The French pastries look divine." They never spoke about the mark over the phone in case someone was listening. One could never be too careful.
"Excellent. I'll be over in the morning."
"See you." Cameron switched off the TV, placed his cup in the sink, and scooped up his outfit.
He opened the secret compartment behind a replica of Mark Rothko's Red, Black, White on Yellow. He carefully placed the Degas, Ballerina Adjusting Her Slipper, in there too. Then he made his way to the shower.
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A Thief in the Night
Ficção GeralCameron Newton is a notorious art thief. But there's a catch, no one knows he's a man. Cameron disguises himself as a woman for each of his heists, thus protecting his true identity, a blessing of strong genetics from his mom and a best friend who t...
