![]() Mara did, but she hadn’t planned that the rain would be so bad that it would be almost impossible to leave. The drumming sound started lulling her to sleep, but Mara had to keep her eyes on the Lotus Tiara in the display case in case someone else had the audacity to steal it. She chastised herself, remembering how she was blown in Paris a couple of weeks ago by that stupid hitter, but it worked out in the end since she got the Vermeer. The sounds of people were unnerving her, making her want to bolt or tune them out with her own voice. ![]() There was no way she could snag the jewels with so many people watching. ![]() A few people were crossing, but they had heavy raincoats or umbrellas. Mara wiped unwelcome tears from her eyes, staring back out at the quad. Her mother had laughed it off, pushing her daughter further into the burglary circuit, until she died. She had just barely graduated with her GED, not doing well in an academic setting. It thundered over the high roof, boxing people in and forcing them to actually study or write… or whatever you did in a university library. Mara stared out the window of the university library, watching as rain poured down. ![]()
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