Fanny made a face at the nice necklace she was about to steal when Crane called her out. It wouldn’t fit her, but it would fit a jeweler’s budget. She’d hesitated to take it in daylight because it was hefty, but it was now or never.

And then a voice from the heavens reached her.

She stuffed the necklace straight down her pants, bulging between her crotch and right thigh, before turning around.

“Dunno what you’re talking about, sir,” an apparently high-voiced young man answered him with a knowing look.