“Freeze.” The tone of his voice was cold and Natalie felt the fear crawling up her spine. One moment, she had shown the man her assortment of drugs, she sold on the streets. Now she was looking at the taser gun in his right hand. When his left hand reached for one of his pants pockets she expected a badge. Maybe he was an officer from the drug department. But instead he showed her a pair of handcuffs and said: “Cuff your hands on your back.” ...
Author's Note: The story was translated from the dutch to the english language, so I hope, the sentences and phrases do not sound to artificially Part 1 Times had changed. The most female cat-burglars, Jana knew or had known, had left the business or retired and left the city. In this city, women had always dominated the breaking-and-entering-business. They went into the mansions of the rich and took what they wanted, while men always stayed in low numbers. Thank god, Jana thought, because men couldn’t control themselves. They broke in to many houses and steal to many things, so that the police couldn’t ignore the problem. Women knew, how the keep the attention away. Especially now, with only a few left. ...