Jewel Heist

by JJ Keller

Genres: Romance; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Diamonds used to be this girl's best friend. Jewelry designer Mary Keefe has been robbed--of a million dollars in diamonds belonging to her grandfather--by her own boyfriend, Conrad. Besides recovering the jewels, she's got to conceive a baby within 5 days, to save her family's legacy. Her friends have a plan, a singles cruise so Mary can find a sperm donor with the best qualities. The first mate could be the right choice--he rates a five on the Donor List. Then there's John Wang, her neighbor in the adjoining room. Attraction sizzles between them and they've become friends, but he doesn't act interested. Could be, she's not his type. For John Kajiyama, posing as Wang, Mary Keefe is just his type. She's beautiful, funny and sweet. . .but is she innocent? Diamonds are missing and he must recover them for the insurance company. How far will he go to maintain his cover in this investigation? 62,000 Words

Release date: October 17, 2011

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Print pages: 178

Sample

 

Chapter 1

 

The bag of uncut diamonds fell from the safe and poured into Mary Keefe’s palm. She gaped in wonder. A million dollars’ worth of Canada’s finest, freshly mined from Whip Lake near Yellowknife. Slivers of ice appeared in the sharp edges, indicating what lay beneath the cool surface. She ran her finger and thumb over one of the chalky exteriors, anticipating what brilliant masterpiece she could create, devising a cut plan while envisioning a beautiful engagement ring.

“Mary, I’m taking off,” Lisa said from the doorway leading into the sales room. “Dental appointment, remember?”

Mary sat at her desk and glanced at her part-time sales associate. Lisa’s bejeweled hand perched on her slender hip, and in the bright lights of the cutting room, all of her sparklers came out to play. Mary had fashioned at least two of the baubles. Unable to resist, she tore her attention away from her co-worker and focused on the rough natural diamonds. “Oh. Okay, Lisa, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to put the closed sign on the door and lock it?” Her tone held resignation. “Andre wouldn’t mind having a bit of freedom from guard duty.”

Mary laughed, fingering the soon-to-be resplendent stones. She must return them to their velvet nest. “You knew I’d be fascinated with the goods.”

Lisa chuckled and glanced at her watch. “Sorry, it’s too late to cancel the appointment.”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll put these away and sketch designs between waiting on customers in the lobby.”

A silvery blond eyebrow lifted. “You’re sure?”

Mary nodded to the door. “Yes. Please, go.”

Lisa took a step. “Good night. I’ll see you after you return from your trip.” She strode to the exit, her wide handbag flapping against her narrow side.

Mary sorted through nature’s mysterious stones one more time. At the click of the door, she stashed the rocks inside their dark blue bag.

The shuffle of feet drew her attention from the sack’s drawstring. Lisa must have forgotten something. Instead of her assistant, a tall thin man completely covered in black from his ski mask to leather shoes, swayed inside the room.

Her heart beating as fast as the second hands on the clock collection at the south side of the jewelry store, Mary moved around the desk, intending to stuff the pouch into the safe and slam the door. “Who are you?”

The intruder didn’t deter her. However, the metal safe seemed farther away than it had appeared a moment ago. She crept forward, keeping the dark opening in sight. “My assistant will be back in a second.”

An arm came out of nowhere and wrapped under her breasts, preventing her upper body from moving. Despite her breath expelling so fast it hurt, she hurled the stones and threw her head back, connecting with the chin of her attacker.

“Shit!” a man snapped. A familiar voice. Please, it couldn’t be him.

The bag hit the rim of the safe with a thunk. As with all things earthly, the jewels fell.

She screamed loud enough surely her grandfather, in his office two stories up, would hear the vocal alarm. Where was Andre? God, she hoped he was okay. One huge hand completely covered her mouth and the other twisted her arm. Deep breaths brought scents, a mixture of plant fertilizer and pungent Axe cologne into her nostrils. Beneath the soft wool, she bit her lips, trying to keep them from trembling.

“Go!” he shouted, releasing her mouth. He reached for the dark blue bag of a million dollars’ worth of jewels resting on the cream and gray tiled floor. His partner shuffled out into the lobby, and soon breaking glass rippled through the silence. Smoke billowed into the office. Damn, her new glass display cases, destroyed. Surely her grandfather heard the explosion and would come running.

Her teeth clung to her attacker’s wrist as he bent, until his hand flipped and covered her nose and mouth, forcing her to relax. He stood straight, easing the tension of the hold. Velvet rubbed against her stomach where the blouse had come free from her slacks. They had made love once, on this very floor. An image of him placing a few minor gemstones on her belly and moving them around with his tongue flooded her mind. She resented the intrusion of a romantic tryst now that Conrad Peabody’s true character had been exposed.

His gloved fingers continued to press against her mouth, jamming her teeth into the soft tissue. She finally got relief from the force when he moved his hand and used his teeth to pull off the glove. He stuffed the leather into his pocket, then transferred the bag of gems to his unencumbered hand. His breathing increased, pushing his chest against her back, as his fingers worked open the yellow binding of the casing.

Mary drew a sharp breath. There it was–the mole shaped like molar tooth–at the apex of his right thumb and index finger, confirming the identity of her attacker and thief–a dishonest, unfaithful, and untrustworthy lover. Conrad’s sigh was followed by a sickly sweet scent, which tossed her into darkness.

* * * *

Two days later, Mary glanced at Dr. Kim O’ Dell, at whose house her intimate group of friends had gathered. Kim closed her eyes, as if in thought. Phoenix Bushard, elementary teacher by day and karaoke star at the local Rock-On Bar and Grill, stared at Jenn. Jennifer Lucas was the most vocal of the beautiful threesome. Kim, Phoenix, and Mary had been friends since first grade. Years later, Jenn–Phoenix’s college roommate–joined the group. They were comrades with such a tight bond, not even being accused of accessory to grand theft made their love for Mary falter. Her adoration for them increased in response to their faith in her, but she couldn’t possibly rationalize what they intended for her to do. And if she did, following through with the plan would take a lot of courage.

DNA: Selective breeding.

Organs: In good shape.

Nice: Easy going attitude.

Outstanding: Gorgeous looks.

Resourceful: Intelligence is important in offspring.

Mary tapped underneath the last line on the white board with her blue erasable pen. “All of the donor preferences on this list are excellent and easy for me to remember, but I need a rating system of some sort.”

“Right,” Jennifer said, twirling her white-blond hair around a finger. Snap! Crackle! Her jaws were doing double-time on the chewing gum. Jenn’s new attempt at not smoking was a challenge for all of them.

“Hey, Kim, why do you have an eraser board in your living room?” Jenn, with her usual bluntness, inquired.

Behind the white panel on the large stand-alone contraption with Kim’s precise writing detailing the plan, the great expanse of twenty-foot windows gave them a sneak peek at the sun setting earlier than usual. A hint of fall was in the air. The other furnishings in the room were contemporary style, not her taste. Mary had suggested the mocha paint on the walls, which ran the length of the great room into the adjoining kitchen.

Kim’s slender, light pink-tipped toes curled under her left leg and her other foot rested on her bent knee. Mary was envious, not only of her perfectly rail thin body, but her high cheekbones and dark russet hair rolling down her back in waves.

“It’s new. We use it to help the kids with their homework. You’d be amazed how much after-school studying there is for six-year-olds these days,” Kim said. Her children were gorgeous. Kim was so lucky to be able to conceive and give birth to the little girls.

“Let’s focus on getting me impregnated before my last five days following the HCG injection passes.” Mary recapped the blue pen and laid the dry erase marker in the trough. “I don’t know if going on a cruise is the best method to find a sperm donor.”

“I think it’s amazing for someone who has a morbid fear of needles to get twelve hormone shots in the ass,” Jenn said.

“Had to, and Conrad was by my side the entire time, so I had immediate support.” Mary grimaced. “You can’t imagine how much will power it took for me to go back that last time. At least I didn’t see the needle coming. My tender bum felt like it was being attacked by killer bees.”

“Not as much courage as it took to identify him as the robber of your store yesterday.” Kim stirred her drink.

“Yeah. Can you imagine your partner taking you to get shots to procreate in the morning and stealing all of your untraceable diamonds a few hours later?” Jenn nodded.

“Back to the basics.” Phoenix’s periwinkle blue gaze focused on the words displayed. “This might be a mad scheme and she might not even find someone compatible, so let’s keep her sorting agenda simple. How about a rating system from one to five, with the highest number being the best of the lot?”

Everyone nodded.

“Great, we’re all in agreement.” Mary chewed her tender, bruised lip and tapped the eraser board. “I must admit the donor chart is an innovative idea. I have a total of four days on the cruise. The first three will be used for sorting the prime from the slime. How do I ask questions to try and find the right candidate to provide safe sex without scaring him off?”

She had one chance. Her fertility doctor had spelled her current situation out very clearly. If she didn’t conceive within the next week, because of the Razor family curse, she’d have less than twenty percent future viability. Her Grandfather Keefe threatened to shut down the business and sell her ancestral home if she didn’t get married and provide an heir within a year. The store might be gone, but could she save her home? She had four months left to get pregnant. Half that if her percentage of viable insemination time decreased.

A baby. More than drawing her next breath, she wanted a child.

Six months ago she’d had a miscarriage, so her OB/GYN suggested a fertility regimen. Conrad had agreed, quickly and without blinking. He’d probably thought he wouldn’t be caught robbing her store, and they’d go on the cruise and get pregnant as if nothing unusual had happened.

Mary uncapped the marker and held the dark tip under the first line. “This one is self-explanatory. Organs?” She glanced at Kim. “You’re the doctor. Tell me what type of questions I should ask to get the most from the query?”

“Well, if you’re going to catch an eligible guy unaware, why not ask him about his habits?” Kim rubbed her chin, deep in thought. “If he has a good physique, his overall health will be obvious. If you see a man who drinks alcohol like a fish, I’d wonder about his ability to cope. His liver might not be in the greatest shape, and alcoholism might run in his family.” She stood and paced from the white board to the edge of the family room. “Over dinner or lunch, it will be easy to ask questions about his family history. Heredity is where the risk factors really lie and are those that can’t be changed. Especially when it comes to heart disease and stroke–”

“And?” Jenn interrupted.

“The trick will be to ask as many questions as you can in a casual manner and store all the information in your notes later. If possible you need to search his luggage for any drug use. I’ll write down meds associated with HIV and other diseases. You should abandon unsafe sex if you see any of those,” Kim finished.

“Mention your aunt provided the cruise because she died from heart failure. A few tears would be good,” Phoenix suggested.

“Yeah, every person I’ve ever talked to when an illness is mentioned, they have a comeback story.” Jenn flapped her thumb and fingers, imitating talking.

“The longer they rattle on, the higher number, and five will be a negative.” Phoenix removed her hair tie, pulled her light brown hair into a fresh tight ponytail, and bound the mass into a knot again.

Jenn squinted. “Maybe she’ll keep the same rating system for all of the categories, with one being the negative, like the guy who yammered on and on.”

“Do you think this is a cold-hearted way to create a family?” Mary bit her uninjured lip. Kim was right; needing to filter as much as possible from each candidate would be nerve-wracking and time consuming. Time wasn’t her ally. Her heart clutched as she remembered her doctor’s advice on getting pregnant. There wouldn’t be a better time than now. The future looked grim. Yet, shouldn’t a child be made from love, and not from a tube or a guy she’d only just met?

“No, think of it as the guy is a vessel, holding jewels. You’re simply going to heist them.” Jenn tapped her fingers on the top of her thigh.

“No she’s not,” Kim said. If the circumstances weren’t so gloomy, Mary would have burst out laughing at her aghast expression.

“Uh huh. Five-fingered discount.” Jenn pumped her hand in front of her pelvis.

“You’re disgusting. She’s going to get consent before having unprotected sex.” Phoenix glanced at Mary, as if to ask “right?”

“Yes. Of course I will,” Mary replied, while quickly reevaluating the plan.

“Look for yellow too, in the eyes, a faint tint to the skin. Yellow isn’t a good color for health. It means something’s wrong with his liver or bile duct.” Kim unlatched her leg and stood. She wiggled her toes in the plush cream carpet. “I’m going to get a T. Sunrise. Anybody else?”

“Me,” Jenn called from her position near the white board. She wrapped her gum in a slip of paper.

Phoenix rose. “I’ll take a coffee. I have a late night grading papers.” She trailed Kim into the sunny kitchen adjoining the family room.

“Nice will be easy to judge,” Mary said, loud enough to be heard over the ice dispenser.

“You can’t believe in the niceness of most people. Guys, especially on a single’s cruise, will be agreeable simply because, well, for obvious reasons–”

“What would that be?” Jenn’s sly expression got her a frown from Phoenix.

“They’re looking for an easy hook-up. Which will work in your favor,” Phoenix said.

“So, I’ll need to bash his favorite football team to get a rise?” Mary lifted an eyebrow. “Seems kind of mean.”

“Or heckle him during his karaoke,” Jenn added, as she walked into the kitchen and tossed her gum wrapper into the trash bin. “Like we do Phoenix after we’ve had a few drinks.”

“I know it makes me pissed off,” Phoenix muttered.

Mary joined them at the bar. In an effort to keep the space open, there was a small separation between the family room and the kitchen. Jenn had perched on the chrome bar stool. Kim was adding grenadine to a highball glass filled with tequila and orange juice. Mary glanced at each of them, noting they were mesmerized as the red syrup floated and eventually filtered down, creating a crimson base with the sun above. Kim held an acrylic stirrer. The flamingo’s pink head became the handle to swirl the liquid, creating a sunset effect. “Here you go, Mary, your drink is alcohol free ’cause we don’t want to mess with the hormone jive.”

Mary slid onto one of the stools and took the tall glass. “Thank you. No alcohol for me for quite some time if I get pregnant. Really, I haven’t missed drinking. Let’s talk DNA. How do I get down and dirty, finding out if the guy has good genes?”

“If we had opportunity and time was on our side, we’d get a genetic screening done, but that’ll take longer than your cruise. I’d ask some key questions about longevity, color, basic metabolism. Ask to see photos on his phone. Make sure you get to see family members and not old girlfriends.” Kim sipped her exploding sunrise.

“So, she’s to ask how long life expectancy is in the family and if there are multi-cultural elements?” Across the counter, Phoenix mixed cream into her coffee.

Mary looked at Kim, waiting to see her reaction.

“Depends on what’s important to her.” Kim’s blue eyes lifted from peering into her glass. “You can ask questions without being direct. You can say your mom took a lot of pills, which worried you because you don’t know what they are. They’ll probably describe tablets to you, because of what they’re taking. Text me and I’ll tell you what it’s probably used for.”

“Good. Color or sexual preference isn’t important to me. I mean, I want a straight guy to do me, but if he has relatives who’ve chosen a different life style, that won’t affect my decision to select him as my baby’s father.” Mary stood, nodded in confirmation, and started to pace.

“Damn straight. If a guy has good genes and no signs of illnesses, he’s a viable candidate.” Jenn pulled her hair into a loose knot and then got a fresh piece of gum from her purse.

“Which brings us to another reason we wanted to get together.” Phoenix sat at one of the bar stools, lowered her java and extracted a slip of paper out of her pocket. “We met earlier today.”

“Because?” Mary’s stomach churned. Her heart beat as fast as Jenn chomped on her new wad of gum. It had taken her friends’ constant badgering for the past twenty-four hours to get her to agree to the cruise. The day before, she’d anticipated getting pregnant by the love of her life, and instead he’d robbed her store. The police couldn’t find him or his partner in crime. Her bags had been packed for over a week, so she could pick up and go, but should she? Mary continued to have doubts about the ethics and even the possibility of getting pregnant with a stranger.

Phoenix held out a business card. “Here, take this.”

Her sly expression bothered Mary a little. The paper was a business card. “Your brother in Vermont? Are you trying to tell me if it doesn’t work out, he’ll provide the sperm?”

A deep, throaty chuckle rippled from Phoenix as she released the card into Mary’s open palm. “I think his life partner would have issues. What we want–”

“We think you need to have an out-clause.” Jenn leaned on the black speckled granite counter.

“Out-clause?” The card crunched between Mary’s fingers as her mouth dropped open.

“Considering he arranged this cruise to act out a sex-with-stranger fantasy, odds are he will try to get to you.” Kim’s no nonsense tone vibrated through the room. “Don’t get nervous, Mary, but we think since your ex-boyfriend continues to be on the lam and considered dangerous by the cops, you might want to have an escape rou. . .