The third man licked his cracked lips and let out a savage grin. "Heh… so there really is a fat sheep? Living alone? Damn, he must be living the good life."
"Absolutely true!" Hannah nodded vigorously, her tone edged with coaxing. "He's got so much stuff at home, he doesn't take anyone seriously. Arrogant as hell!"
She added quickly, "But his place has been reinforced… the door's solid. Hard to break through."
The man with glasses and the third man exchanged a glance.
The supplies in Hannah's apartment weren't even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth—but the guy in the photo? Just hearing about his stash made their hearts race.
"Top floor? 2001?" the man confirmed.
"Yes! No mistake!" Hannah replied eagerly, a twisted flicker of satisfaction passing through her chest.
Richard Stone… don't you love showing off? Didn't want to let me move in? Fine. Let these people go share it with you.
