Number 06 │ A Leverage Fanfiction

The Two Horse Job │Part 2

<Turf Club, Kensington Racetrack>

Sophie's southern drawl floated effortlessly through the crowd, her charm turned up to eleven as she made her way through the sea of well-dressed patrons. "How y'all doing? Well, hi there," she greeted with a sweet smile, her voice like honey.

A man nodded at her, tipping his hat. "How are you?"

"Nice to see you again," Sophie replied, working her magic and seamlessly blended into the world of racehorse elites.

I sat at the bar, sipping iced tea out of a whiskey glass, keeping a careful eye for both Sophie and Foss. Parker was making her way up the stairs, probably setting up whatever gadget Hardison had cooked up for this job. I glanced at Foss beside me, who was berating a poor bartender with the arrogance of someone who's never heard "no" in his life.

I coughed subtly, leaning into the comms. "He's here."

Foss, completely oblivious to my presence, barked at the bartender. "Now, if I wanted a glass of ice, I would have ordered that, okay? So try again, thanks."

Just as the bartender scurried away, Sophie smoothly inserted herself into the situation. "And a bourbon, straight."

Foss's demeanor shifted in an instant. His face lit up with approval as he turned toward Sophie. "Wow. Like it. I like when a woman knows how to order a drink."

Sophie offered him a sultry smile. "Katherine-Beth Lovery, but you can call me Kitty."

Foss was immedietly hooked. "Alan Foss, but you can call me whatever you want."

"Charmed."

"So, are you here for business or pleasure?"

"A little of both," Sophie purred. "I'm a bloodstock agent. You in the market for a horse?"

Foss leaned in, eyes gleaming with interest. "Got anything fast?"

Sophie tilted her head, feigning a casual air. "I don't deal with sprinters, no, no, no. I like mine to finish the mile."

As Sophie captivated Foss with her smooth talk, she deftly lifted his wallet, passing it to me without breaking her rhythm. I slipped away from the bar, moving toward Parker, who was waiting up the stairs. I handed her the wallet without a word, watching as she ran Foss's credit card through a strip reader.

Over the comms, I could still hear Sophie's voice.

"I-I'm sorry," Foss said, snapping out of his lust trance. "I don't really recognize the last name. What owners have you worked with?"

Sophie flashed a quick, disarming smile. "I brokered the deal for the last two derby winners. It's good for business, but I'm a little shy of publicity."

Hardison's voice came through in my ear as he processed Foss's card. "He's got a $50,000 limit."

Back at the bar, I fiddled with Foss's wallet, pulling out his betting card. I raised an eyebrow, glancing up as I whispered into the comms, "He bet on Kentucky Thunder."

I placed the cards back into the wallet and handed it off to Parker, who slid it back into Foss's pocket like a shadow.

Sophie turned her charm up a notch. "In fact, one of the horses racing today was my sale. Kentucky Thunder."

Foss's eyes lit up with interest. "Yeah, I hear he's a great horse. I've got a couple thousand in spare change riding on him."

Sophie gave a soft, flirtatious laugh, slipping her arm through his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Well, that is my kind of spare change." Her voice was sweet and sultry, drawing him in effortlessly.