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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“Then I’ll only maybe die. I’m fighting for my life here, Christian.”

“And this thing—it’s tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you afraid?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“And do you find fear to be a help or a hindrance?”

“It helps. For sure.”

“How so?”

“It keeps me uncomfortable and sharp. Heightens my senses.”

“And you have no doubts about going through with it?”

“Jobs like this—they’re the only time I don’t think about using. You helped me to see that. You haven’t asked for any details,” Letty said. “Thank you.”

“And you haven’t asked me if I’m going through with my plans tonight. Back at you.”

“Are you?”

“What exactly are you doing?”

They laughed.

“Sounds like a big night for both of us,” he said. “The suicide and the thief.”

“What would it take?” she asked, “for you to keep on keeping on?”

“It’s funny. That’s all I’ve been asking myself lately.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. Some new experience maybe? Something that made me feel like a different person. Like I was living a different life.”

“I hope you find it.”

# # #

They rode back in the limo.

It was ten o’clock. She could feel the job looming, but she pushed it out of her mind just a little while longer.

She looked up at Christian as they passed Paris Las Vegas. All of the lights and the neon playing across his face like an ecstasy dream.

Then they were parked out front at the Palazzo and the driver was coming around to get their door.

They embraced in the lobby.

Christian said, “Take care of yourself, Letty.”

And she said, “You too. Thanks for everything.”

Neither asked the other to reconsider.

Neither said goodbye like how the moment called for it. Like goodbye forever.

The elevator ride up to her room was the only window in which she allowed herself to cry.

15

Room 968 at the Wynn looked like a construction site.

Between the end of the bed and the mini-bar, a folding ladder stood in a pile of sawdust and plaster dust. A man high up the rungs was waist-deep in the ceiling, a large segment of which lay in pieces on the floor.

Letty locked the door after her and made her way inside.

Detected a muffled hum—the work of a quiet motor.

Dust rained down out of the hole in the ceiling.

She spotted a large black duffel bag in the corner, bulging.

Unzipped it.

Zip-ties.

Kevlar vests.

Face masks.

Ball gags.

Shotguns.

“What’s this, Ize?” she said, lifting a semi-auto tactical shotgun.

“S’all good,” he said.

“How exactly is this all good? Aside from the fact that you said ‘no guns,’ you fire off one shell and you’ll wake the entire Strip.”

“We won’t be firing any shells.”

“How’s that?”

“Keep digging.”

She thrust her hand deeper into the duffel until her fingers grasped a cartridge the size of a twelve-gauge shotgun shell. She lifted out a clear capsule packed with copper wiring and a four-pronged electrode. TASER XREP had been engraved into the plastic.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Nasty is what that is. It’s a taser on steroids. Fires out of a shotgun and delivers debilitating pain for up to twenty seconds. I let Jerrod pop me with one. Standard Taser ain’t no thing, but I’d hate to meet a man that shell can’t drop.”

“It’s not lethal?”

“Nah. Only makes you wish you were dead.”

Over by the window, Jerrod was cranking down on a clamp that held a large suction cup to the glass.

Isaiah knelt over an REI store’s worth of climbing equipment, just the sight of which tightened Letty’s stomach. He was in the process of outfitting each harness with a locking carabiner and an ATC belay device.

She stepped over a neat coil of climbing rope.

Ventured a glance out the window.

The view was east over the lighted pools and a maze of lower rooftops dotted with AC units. Beyond it all, a golf course shone green in the night.

“It’s just seventy feet down to the rooftop below,” Isaiah said.

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

He dropped the harness he’d been working with and rose to his feet.

Tapped the glass.

“Once we get down there, we gotta make it across the convention center roof. Mark will be waiting for us with the van at the top of the parking deck.”

Letty stared at a tower of empty duffel bags in the corner.

“Lot of bags.”

“Lot of cash.”

“We going to be able to carry it all out?”

“It’s a concern—our abundance of riches.”

Jerrod said, “Should I start scoring this glass?”

“Yeah, get that shit done.” Isaiah lifted one of the duffels. “Assuming the denominations are high, best case scenario, we fit about four mil into each bag.”

Letty watched as Jerrod applied cutting fluid to a wide circle.

Using a Bohle tool kit, he carefully scored a circle with a four-foot diameter into the glass.

“How many pounds we talking?” Letty asked.

“Twenty-two pounds per million dollars.”

“That’s eighty-eight pounds per bag. I can’t carry that.”

“Nobody expecting you to. That’s all on me and my badass friends. If the haul comes in at thirty-five or thirty-six, that’s nine bags. Three trips across the convention center rooftop.”

“That’s a helluva lot of time humping back and forth out in the open.”

“Well aware.”

“Lot of time for things to fall apart.”

“I ever say this would be easy-peasy?”

Jerrod removed the glass cutter, said, “I think I’ll go ahead and just take out the circle.”

“Might as well.”

From a foam-lined aluminum case, Jerrod lifted a new tool.

“What’s that?” Letty asked.

“Called a cut opener.”

“Cool.”

He smiled, eating up the attention. She could’ve cared less, but making nice with Isaiah’s cohorts didn’t strike her as the worst idea she’d ever had.

He turned a knob. “I’m just setting the tapping force. Watch this.”

Holding the device to the surface of the window, he placed the head of the glass tapper to the score line, then squeezed the lever. The cut opened in inch-long segments, slowly forming a perfect circle.

Up in the crawlspace, the hum of the motor had stopped.

Stu climbed down out of the ceiling with a circular saw, his face frosted with dust.

Isaiah said, “We happy?”

Stu grinned, wiped a sheen of sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I was able to get an angle on the subfloor. Cut out a four-by-four section. Little glitch. There’s a slab of marble over top of it. It’s gonna take two or three of us to move it. I was only able to lift it a quarter of an inch, and just for a second.”

“Well, let’s do this. See what we got to work with.”

# # #

Letty tugged on a pair of latex gloves and went up first.

Richter’s contact had said two a.m., but what the hell did that mean? Surely someone would sweep the room before the money showed.

She climbed over a tube of ductwork and emerged into a bathroom.

Swung the beam of her flashlight across the walls.

Swanky.

Giant Jacuzzi tub. Triple vanity. A TV embedded in the mirror. Double-headed shower with more floor space than some apartments she’d rented in her darker days.

She spoke into her headset, “This is not a mirror of our room. It’s a large suite. How we doing on time?”

Isaiah hit her back, “No idea, but stay cool. We need some recon.”

Letty struggled onto her feet. Her heart banging away.

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