They're easier to find
if you know where they are.
— Gigi
While I waited for Grandma Paula to be ready with my new ID, and the new name that'd come with it, I went on the prowl, looking for the next guys. The next marks. I thought, maybe I could do it alone.
I was at a coffee shop. I found a guy with an iPad reading something with a big-ass Bitcoin logo. A website, I guess. I followed him to a townhouse. I went back the next night to see if I could break in. No chance. I managed to snap his picture though. Saved it for later.
I spotted a guy at Best Buy, buying a Bitcoin gadget. I followed him until he said, "Are you following me?" What a narcissist.
I told him, "Not everything is about you, asshole."
New rule: No interaction with the mark.
I spotted another guy using a finance app on his phone. Not sure what it was, but he was an easy mark for something. I thought about following him, but even if I knew where he lived, what's the point? I couldn't get in without him letting me in... unless I had his keys.
Gary wasn't like Tonawa.
In Tonawa, breaking into houses was easy. Most people didn't worry about that sort of thing. Some people didn't lock their doors. Others hid a spare key that was easy to find. Very few homes had secure windows.
In Gary, everything's locked up tight. Nobody blinks if you pull up to a house with a moving van as long as you don't have to break in. Got the keys? You're golden.
No keys? No entry.
I remember being in the restroom at The Bitter End, when Dez was in the next stall with a john. Why he took his pants totally off, I don't know, but when I used my foot to slide them my way, my eyes immediately went to his wallet. His keys were there too... and that's what I'd been thinking about ever since.
Keys mean easy entry.
I've always been that way. I always look for an easy way in, even if only out of curiosity.
One time, when I was twelve, I got stuck with one of my teachers because Mom was away. Missing, really.
I went over to a window and said, "I like that."
"The view?" my teacher asked, and I jumped because I didn't realize I'd said it out loud.
"Yeah, the view."
Bullshit. I was talking about the window itself. A little tap tap, a little shimmy shimmy. I knew it'd go up, for sure. And it did, when I came back to her house a few weeks later. Got twenty bucks off her dresser.
In Gary, it's not that way at all.
To get into a guy's home in Gary, I needed his keys.
To get his keys without him knowing, I needed a partner.
I tried pairing up with the clever bitch who attempted the two-ring French Swap at The Shady Lady Exchange. Nobody got to shoplift on my watch. But, still, honor among thieves, y'know?
She said her name was Anastasia. Sure it was. Her technique told me she was a pro. I figured, why not give her a go?
I found a mark and told her how the plan worked. I even explained the Bitcoin part, and she understood. She said she'd take the mark swimming at 7pm. I expected to go through his pants while they were in the water, so I could make a copy of his keys and take a picture of his driver's license. Instead, I watched from a distance as she tied him to a tree, and used his finger to unlock his phone. Then, she sent me a text. "Got him. Your cut is 0.013 BTC."
Goddamn, girl.
Even worse, she left him like that.
Fuck it. I untied him while he told me about the crazy bitch he'd been on a date with. "I think she broke my finger!"
"Shut up, Jimmy."
"Huh? My name's Darius."
Shut up, Jimmy.
Next, I tried online dating, to see if I could find a woman looking for a sugar daddy. I made a profile that said my name was Alex. A girl named Taylor replied, but she bolted the moment we met.
"You're not a guy!"
I told her I had a better plan. She told me to fuck off. Fair enough.
I tried again with a girl named Natalie. My pitch was, "Why let 'em use you for money when you can just take it? Do it my way. We'll both get a lot more."
She said, "You mean, like, stealing?"
Shut up, Jimmy.
And there was a chick I saw getting thrown out of a liquor store for using a stolen credit card. I'm drawn to shady shit like a moth to a flame, so what can I say? I asked her name.
She said, "Oh hey! I'm Gigi Del Prado!"
I said, "No way! I'm Phoebe Delgado!"
She didn't get the joke, and she didn't understand the gig. I found her a mark. Dumb bitch straight up asked the guy where he kept his valuables. "They're easier to find if you know where they are, right? Smart!"
God. Damn. Girl.
Can't believe I wasted seventy-five bucks getting her a haircut. Everybody knows, a dolled-up crash test dummy crashes just as hard. The mark should've robbed her. I'm sure he could've.
My last try was with a girl named Sabrina. She loved the idea, but it turns out, she loved too much. Our mark had potential. She met him for drinks. Two hours later, I got a text that said, "OMG!!! DEAL'S OFF!!! I LOVE THIS GUY!!!" followed by five rows of heart-shaped emojis.
I thought, "Bitch, you don't know him! He's evil. They all are."
I'm sure she found out, soon enough.
And I found out I needed more than just a partner. I needed the right partner. I needed a partner who needed it.
She had to need it more than me, and I fucking needed it.
I needed the rush.
In a world where you feel like you don't belong, there's a rush that comes with being somewhere you really don't belong. I used to imagine what it would be like to put on a fancy dress and walk into somebody's elegant event, just to see how far I could go. "Oh, me? I'm with the Petersons. Nice to meet you." Or, what would it be like to snatch a white lab coat and wander through a hospital, like I worked there? Maybe I'd find a lonely patient. Just sit there and talk. "Oh, me? I'm Dr. Thurman. I'm here temporarily, just filling in."
I never wanted to be somebody else. I just wanted to see somebody else's world, without them knowing I was there. Without them cleaning up first, to put away the stuff they didn't want me to see. And maybe, yeah, I'd take a souvenir.
I've always needed that rush.
But ever since being in Steve's home, with his keys, and realizing I also had the key to his safe... Well, it was the key to reset the combination lock, which meant it still gave me access to his safe. Anyway. Finding ninety grand. That was big. I've stolen plenty of cash before, but never anything like that. And when I found his little black book, with the names of kids he was using as dealers at schools... I knew if I gave it to Foke, there'd be no Steve to come after me. He was slowly killing kids. He needed to get got, and I used Foke to get the job done. I felt no guilt.
I got cash with no consequences.
And I got the rush.
The rush that comes with the get is the best rush of all.
THAT RUSH.
The same way liquor makes some people feel sleepy, the rush made me feel so alive.
Money means freedom. Live free or die.