Toronto was one of my favorite cities, and it was stop two on the Stitch Tony Up tour. I needed to make the frame job stick better than honey if I wanted him far away from Bryna.

The twinkling lights reminded me of New York but with nicer people. Bustling. Humming. It also had one of the best accesses to international cars in the north. Some of that shit that wasn’t street legal in the States, you could drive in Canada. Granted, any other time of the year you wouldn’t want to because the roads were so shitty. But God, that one week in the middle of August, when it was nice, warm, and dry, that was the time.

The car scheme was fairly simple. Boosting cars. But not just any cars. The hard-to-gets, the rare, the treasured.

It had taken me a month to set up. After the Atlanta job, I’d waited for news of Tony. The local police were looking for him for questioning. I kept waiting for them to take it Federal and start connecting his crimes, but they didn’t.

So I needed to give the authorities another nudge.

Another thing Toronto was known for? International ports. Hiding the cars among cargo shipments to ship to other buyers… I had it all rigged.

This time, to implicate Tony, I was using his IDs and his name, meeting with contacts while deliberately using disguises that at least made me look more like him. He wasn’t as tall as I was, but I’d worn a wig and contact lenses to make my eyes brown as opposed to my usual green. I dressed specifically in a leather jacket, leather pants, and muscle tee. When asked for a description, people would describe Tony, and then of course, well, I’d be giving them his name.

I was basically Gone in Sixty Seconds. Well, it wasn’t quite that easy. Maybe like a combination of Gone in Sixty Seconds, and The Fast and the Furious.

No. It wasn’t.

Most car seizures were fairly simple affairs. There was no need to run on your own, chasing cars and getting chased by the cops. Oh no. You didn’t go to the cars. In Toronto, the cars came to you.

Especially at a charity auction. I forged invitations and had a certain hacker friend add specific people to the guest list. People who were known to like to flash their very rare cars. Most of them would request a valet. And the others, well they’d be within running distance. Once the charity auction was under way, we would simply drive the cars away. Easy. Just time consuming. Dane tugged his valet jacket down. “You couldn’t have gotten me one that fit?”

“Don’t complain. This whole gig is going to net you over three million dollars.”

“Ain’t that the truth?”

On my other side, Natalie slipped her baseball cap over her black wig. “I’ll cheers to that. You guys ready to do this?”

Marco was silent. I knew for a fact he was already scoping out which cars he wanted.

“Marco, we’re not keeping the cars, remember? We’re driving them right to the lot, coming back, and grabbing the next one. We have two hours. Focus, man.”

I legitimately had a valet gig at the exclusive hotel. That was my cover, so I would have a reason for access to the keys. As for the others, well, guests would see the valet jackets and just hand them over. That was the joy of it.

Natalie grinned up at me. “Man, remind me never to get on your bad side. Revenge is going to be a bitch.”

I grinned up at her. “You better believe that’s right. Let’s drive.”

I just wished to God it wasn’t quite so easy. The sad thing was there was a part of me that realized it would always be easier to be this version of me. So much easier.

Not if you want a chance of holding on to her.