The Switch

A black leather gloved hand snaked inside the glass case removing the Catherine Bourne Diamond Necklace. Sonya held it up allowing it to illuminate off the light from the moon above through the ceiling window.

"Beautiful." Sonya smiled and wrapped the necklace in a cloth. As she slipped the necklace into a black pouch—.

"That doesn't belong to you." A masculine voice interrupted.

"It's him." Sonya thought. She turned to the silhouette figure moving towards her between jewelry cases. Diamonds everywhere, glistening in the moonlight.

"And it belongs to you?" Sonya challenged, trying to get a glimpse of his face. She reached one hand behind her back and scooped a handful of loose diamonds, almost crumbling them.

He moved closer, stopped mid-stride inches away from the beam of light shining down through the ceiling window. He looked at her. "That's cute, now hand it over."

"You want it?" Sonya brought her hand filled with the loose diamonds forward. "Come and get it."

Sonya opened her hand and tossed the loose diamonds into the air then dashed to the door. He blocked his face, then chased after her as the diamonds fell to the floor.

Sonya cut around the corner, jetted down the hall with him on her heels. Right when she thought her legs couldn't carry her any longer, she pushed through the exit door. Seconds later, he pushed through the door after her. Sonya dived head first in the van legs before it skidded off out the back alley.

Panting, he put his hands on his hips, catching his breath. He looked down, noticing something. In the puddle at his feet was a flashing red light. He turned, spotted the surveillance camera above the door. He took out his phone and waited for an answer before saying, "We have a problem."

***
"The Phantom Strikes Again!" The headline read from the paper that Anthony Aimes slammed on the briefing room table. Aimes was the Supervisory Special Agent in Charge of the White Collar Division of the FBI. Some of the agents seated around the table flinched while others avoided eye contact.

"This is the number one priority, people. I want this guy." Aimes flipped through the case file and continued. "Matthews, any leads from your C.I.? What's his next move?"

The room grew so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The agents all looked at one another awkwardly trying to decide who should tell him that Special Agent Sonya Matthews wasn't in their briefing. When there was no answer, Aimes looked around, disappointed.

***
Mark Palmer was seated at an outside table at the cafe when Knox dropped a file folder in front of him before taking a seat. "What's this?"

"Open it." Knox picked up Mark coffee and took a sip. There might be a prize inside with this kid's meal."

Mark smiled and opened the file folder. On the right was a picture of Sonya and on the other side was a full workup of all of her personal information including a picture of her wearing an FBI jacket.

"This changes nothing."

***
Sonya's phone vibrated the moment she stepped off the elevator on the twelfth floor. "This is Matthews." Sonya answered.

"Special. Agent. Sonya. Matthews." Mark's voice uttered her name slowly. "You have something of mine."

Caught off guard, Sonya slowly took a seat at her desk. "And here I thought it was mine."

"Hm. You like to play games don't you?" He asked.

"Only when I'm winning" Sonya clicked on her call tracing device.