We laugh until we’re doubled over, panting for air, tears running down both our faces. Which, in my opinion, is the best kind of laughter. The kind I like to indulge in at least once a week. The kind I have only with Lalana.

When we’re sufficiently recovered, she rises to her feet in one boneless motion. “I have to take off,” she says regretfully. “I promised the Wat Thai I’d update their website tonight. Thanks for my prom date, though.” She winks. “I’ll keep him close by my side, where he belongs.”

She tucks Chris’s face into her purse, kisses me on both cheeks, and floats out of the house. I look at her retreating figure. After the recent hilarity, the empty room feels…quiet. Almost too quiet. Otherworldly quiet.

Shaking off the sensation, I begin arranging the ma-po tofu on a plate, humming to myself. This is going to be a challenge. Despite the fiery red sauce, tofu does not photograph as well as beef.

I’m repositioning some of the cubes when a streak of electricity flashes across my brain. A very familiar streak of electricity.

My eyes open wide, and every residual ounce of amusement drains from my body.

The Voice is back.

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Chapter One

August 20X6, Pittsburgh

I smooth the short, jagged bangs of the black wig I wear as I exit the bathroom stall, pausing in front of the mirror to adjust the hair so the choppy layers frame my face and finish at my jaw. Satisfied my straight black eyebrows are in place, and the orange bars painted above my right eye and below my left haven’t smudged, I take a deep breath.

This is only my second real-world heist, and my first alone. Part of me can’t believe I’m going through with it, and as I stare at the face reflected in the mirror—the face I’m confident looks nothing like the real me—my pulse quickens. I’ve planned every detail, rehearsed every move, and I’m certain Allard wouldn’t give me a job I couldn’t complete. I was made for this. At least so I tell myself. I’m still waiting for adrenaline to kick in, and my fingers tremble as I swipe gloss across my temporarily full lips then stretch them into a knowing smile. Willa’s smile.