“This one
is all yours, Ben.” Eva said.
“Surprised
you’ll admit I’m better than you.”
“At this.
This is the only thing you’re better than me at, and you know I’m pretty
fantastic at it, so don’t get so smug.”
“Sure.” I
went through the exercises, limbering up my fingers.
“What’s the
distraction?” she asked.
“Needs to
be big, and far enough away that he’s not looking at himself.”
“What about
a small fight?”
“You ever
known a fight in a speakeasy to stay small?”
“It could
give you all the cover you need.”
“He might
bolt, too. Some people have the right idea and get out when a fight breaks out.
It’ll only be a matter of time until buzzers wise to it and shut everyone down
because of the booze.” I adjusted the strap on the palm cutters. Just small
enough to fit in the palm of my hand, I could operate it with a one handed
squeeze. It should be enough to cut the watch chain.
“A drink in
the face and a slap, then,” she grinned.
“That could
work. I’ll give you a two finger tap on my hat brim.”
Slide in, slide out, squeeze to cut the
chain, just like those old billfolds. A lot of work to return a pocket watch.
It’d be easier if I went back to lifting pockets for myself. I just can’t seem
to leave the Slider behind.
“Let’s go.”