Blake Crouch - Confidence Girl - The Letty Dobesh Chronicles

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CONFIDENCE GIRL comprises three interlinked novellas, which together create a stunning, novel-length portrait of Blake Crouch’s all-time favorite creation, Letty Dobesh.
THE PAIN OF OTHERS - Letty Dobesh, a gorgeous, degenerate thief, is fresh out of the clink and back to her old tricks—in this case, burglarizing suites at a luxury hotel in Asheville, North Carolina. But when she’s surprised by returning guests on her last room of the day, she’s forced to hide in the closet to avoid getting caught, and inadvertently overhears a hitman being contracted to murder the wife of a wealthy lawyer.
SUNSET KEY - Letty Dobesh is coming off a bender and hasn’t had a job in months when she gets a very enticing offer. John Fitch, the ultrawealthy CEO of a major energy company, has recently been convicted of securities fraud. In four days he must report to a federal prison, where he will almost certainly spend the rest of his life. Fitch wants a female companion for his last night of freedom. But Letty is no high-priced call girl, and this gig isn’t about sex. The plan is to steal an original Van Gogh from Fitch’s island retreat. A petty thief by trade, Letty has never had a shot at this kind of payout. It’s certainly dangerous, but the money will set her up for life and allow her to regain custody of her young son. Besides, it’s stealing from a very bad guy. If all goes well, she’ll be on Easy Street but in Letty’s life, all seldom goes well.
GRAB - Letty Dobesh: thief, junkie, pick-pocket, felon. But now, for the first time in ages, she’s also clean and sober, just out of rehab, and on a cross-country trip to reunite with her estranged little boy. Enter psychotic mercenary Isaiah Brown with a proposal that scratches at her oldest itch, something Letty has dreamed of all her life—the ultimate Vegas score. An ingenious plan to take down a casino that might actually work. All that’s standing between Letty and an inconceivable pile of money is the pick-pocket of a lifetime. One risky, impossible grab. Pull it off, and retire. But mess things up, and Letty Dobesh will lose everything she holds dear, including her life.

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He grabbed her hands and turned them over.

Exposed her wrists.

Traced a finger down her scars.

Suicide hickeys.

“Must’ve taken great courage.”

“No, not courage. Cowardice. What are you saying?”

“What was your low point, Letty? I can’t remember if we ever spoke of it in our sessions.”

“Let’s get you to your room.”

Christian sunk down onto the floor.

“Tell me. Please.”

“When the court took my son from me. Terminated my parental rights. Night of the ruling...” She held up her wrists. “Three bottles of Merlot and a straight razor.”

“My life is over,” he said.

“But it’s still yours.”

“I don’t want it.”

She eased down beside him.

“It’s like you’re in this tunnel,” she said. “It’s dark, there’s no light at the end, and you think it goes on forever.” Christian looked up at her, tears reforming. “But if you keep putting one foot in front of the other—”

“Even when it’s total agony?”

“Especially then. Then one day, you see a speck of light in the distance. And it slowly gets larger. And for the first time, you feel the sensation of moving toward something. Away from all the hurt and the pain and the crushing weight of the past.”

“What’s it like when you finally emerge?”

“Tell you when I get there.”

“You’re still in your tunnel?”

“Yeah.”

“What keeps you going?”

She could feel herself becoming emotional. Tried to fight it down, but her throat ached with grief.

“I know that when I finally come out into the light that my son will be waiting for me. I want to live to see that version of me.”

Christian said, “I have two hundred in cash in my wallet. My room is paid for through tonight. I don’t know what happens after that. I don’t know where to go. My practice is finished. I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but I’m not sure what I’m living for. Why I would continue to breathe in and out.”

“For you.”

“For me?”

“For the you that one day walks out of that tunnel.” Letty stood. “Come on. Let’s get you into bed.”

“I can’t go back to that room and sit there alone in the dark.”

Go to meetings. Help others.

“Tell you what,” Letty said. “I missed breakfast. Let me take you to lunch. My treat.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Actually, I do.”

13

Letty changed out of her swimwear and met Christian downstairs.

They walked north toward the tower at the end of the Strip.

It must have been a hundred and ten degrees.

Waves of heat glowering off the sidewalks.

The tourists waddling around sweating like disgraced prizefighters.

They took the elevator to the top.

Letty slid the hostess fifty dollars to put them at a window table. Insisted that Christian take the best seat.

Waiting for their waitress to show, he looked like he might nod off right there at the table.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Letty asked.

“I don’t know. I think I’ve forgotten how.”

“Let me get you some help,” she said. “Someone to talk to.”

“Psychobabble doesn’t work on me. I know all the tricks.”

He stared out the window by their table, but she could tell that he didn’t see a thing. The restaurant turned imperceptibly. At the moment, their view was west. Miles of glittering sprawl and development. Beyond the city, the desert climbed into a range of spruce-covered mountains.

Letty checked her phone—no missed calls or texts.

“I’m not keeping you, am I?” Christian asked.

“Not at all.”

The waitress came.

Letty ordered Christian a coffee.

He reached into his wallet, pulled out two small photos, laid them on the table.

“This is Angie, my wife. My daughter, Charlie.”

Letty lifted the photo of a thirteen or fourteen year old girl. Kneeling in a blue and white uniform in front of a goal, holding a soccer ball.

“She’s beautiful. And Charlie is short for...”

“Charlene.”

“That’s lovely.” Letty reached into her purse, took out a photo of her son—his kindergarten photo.

“Jacob?” Christian asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I ever showed you his picture.”

Christian leaned over the table to get a better look.

“Good-looking kid.”

Christian collected his photographs and returned them to his wallet with the care and focus of a ritual.

Letty said, “Don’t you have family or friends back in Charleston who can help you?”

“They certainly think so.”

“But you don’t.”

“When my girls died, all I got was a bunch of platitudes. Cards that said things like, ‘She is just away.’ People lining up to tell me they knew what I was going through. I’m never going back.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Kill myself. That was the deal I made. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I’m a terrible therapist.”

“What deal?”

“If I doubled my money, I’d see it as a good omen. I’d try to push on. If I lost, that was it. I was done.”

“And there’s nothing at this point that might change your mind?”

“Let’s be clear. You really don’t know me. Don’t really know anything about me. You don’t love me. You’re trying to help me and in the sense that I’m not alone in this moment, you are. And it means more to me than I could ever tell you. But don’t try to convince me that my life has value. How there’s an end to this pain. There isn’t. And I know it.”

“You told me my life had value.”

“You shouldn’t see me like this,” he said. “I don’t want it to undo all the progress we made, just because I’m weak.”

“You’re in this bad spot now. You will feel different one day.”

“My girls were my life, and it was over the moment that truck came over into their lane. I’m just trying to pin down my exit strategy.”

“How did I miss this?” she asked. “Every week for months, I came to see you. And you were hurting—badly hurting—and I completely missed it. Am I that self-obsessed?”

“No.” He smiled. “Let’s just say I was that dedicated.”

“But you didn’t leave town until I did.”

“You were my last patient.”

“So I was the only thing keeping you from this insanity?”

“No, my loyalty to you as a patient was. This isn’t your fault, Letty. You know that, right?”

# # #

The food came, but Letty’s appetite was shot.

They ate in silence, and when she’d finished her sandwich, she threw her napkin down and fixed her stare on Christian.

He said, “Trying to figure out how to change my mind?”

She shook her head. “It’s your call. Your choice. I respect that.”

“Thank you.”

Letty felt her phone vibrate.

A text from Isaiah: the wynn in 30...we go tonight

Christian must have caught the sudden intensity in her eyes.

He said, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Christian smiled. “So what are you doing in Vegas, Letty? I thought you were headed west to see your son.”

The waitress brought the check.

Letty waited until she walked away.

“A slight detour. I love Vegas.”

“Just here for the shows and the slots, huh?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Let me guess. You’re a huge Neil Diamond fan.”

Letty said, “How did you know?”

“Wouldn’t happen to be running with your old associates? Back to your old tricks? This is a dangerous city for someone with your triggers.”

She pulled out enough cash to cover the bill and a twenty-five percent tip.

Said, “Speaking of, I almost used last night. I did have a drink, but I was on my way to score.”

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