The perfect crime

6

The van weaved through the bustling streets, the neon lights reflecting off the windows as Phuwin, Aou, and Joong settled in for the ride. The weight of the jewels felt lighter now, but the tension in the air remained thick.

Virote glanced at them through the rearview mirror, his expression serious.

Virote: "Once we reach the safe house, you'll need to stay put. I'll make a few calls and see what I can arrange. But you must keep a low profile. No more reckless moves."

Phuwin nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation.

Phuwin: "We get it. No more slip-ups."

Joong leaned forward, curiosity piqued.

Joong: "How do you know we can trust you? You could just take the jewels and disappear."

Virote smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Virote: "You really think I'd risk my neck for a handful of rocks? I'm in this for the long game. Trust me; I've got connections."

Aou remained silent, still on high alert.

As they continued driving, Phuwin's mind raced with possibilities. What if the police were already tracking them? What if they couldn't find a way out? The thought was unsettling, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the moment.

After several turns, Virote pulled into a dimly lit alley and parked the van.

Virote: "We're here. Stay close, and keep your heads down."

They stepped out into the alley, the cool night air washing over them. The safe house was a nondescript building, its façade blending seamlessly into the surroundings. Virote led them inside, where the interior was modest but secure—basic furnishings and a locked door that offered a sense of safety.

Virote: "This is it. Make yourselves comfortable, but remember—no phones, no contact with the outside world. I'll be back soon."

With that, Virote left, closing the door behind him. The trio stood in the small living room, the reality of their situation sinking in.

Joong: "What now? We just wait?"

Aou: "We can't sit idle. We need to come up with a plan for when Virote gets back."

Phuwin paced the room, his thoughts racing.

Phuwin: "We need to figure out how to get the jewels to the buyer without getting caught. If Virote can help us, then great. But we can't rely on him completely."

Joong plopped down on the worn-out couch, frustration evident on his face.

Joong: "It's not like we have many options. We're sitting ducks in here."

Aou shook his head, his resolve firm.

Aou: "No, we can't think like that. We've made it this far, and we have to keep pushing forward. Let's brainstorm."

The three of them gathered around the small table, their voices low as they exchanged ideas.

Phuwin: "What if we set up a meeting in a place that feels safe—somewhere away from the crowds?"

Aou: "That could work, but we need to ensure Virote is on board. He knows the city better than we do."

Joong: "What about splitting up? We could have someone distract any potential cops while the other two handle the buyer."

Phuwin frowned, considering the implications.

Phuwin: "That's risky. We can't afford to lose anyone. We stick together for now."