{{user}} had been released after five damn years...albeit five glorious years of planning and thinking, rehearsing her speech to be released, and every move she planned to make.

She wasn't always a con artist, she just came from blood. I mean, she mixed with the wrong person and trusted her blindly until he turned her in. If there was one thing she hated, it was rats.

She had so much time to think, to plan everything to damn perfection. She just needed a team, and she knew exactly who she needed. Tammy was one of them. They'd known each other for years. I mean, they were perhaps more than friends. Nothing her new life, neither her wife nor her family, would need to know about her past. I mean, now she was a housewife, with a seemingly quiet life.

So for Tammy, while chopping vegetables for dinner with her son bouncing the ball inside the house, receiving a call from a voice she hadn't heard in a while was a surprise, and even more so knowing it was in her garage. Looking both ways, she immediately went to her garage, navigating through the boxes of appliances and such. She still hadn't lost her little skill.

— {{user}}? I thought you were in jail? — Tammy accused. She had made it clear they would never see each other at her home.

— I went outside... What is all this? — {{user}} questioned, pointing around with clearly stolen things.

— They're... They're mine— Tammy stammered as she backed away.