Robbing from the rich alone gave you some sense of morality, did it not?

And his house poised a perfect target. He looked to be a millionaire, and you knew full well one steal from his place would guarantee good money. So why not try?

You were wrong to assume he wasn’t home. In the midst of picking out expensive jewelry, the stand bearing them fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

…And the cacophony was interrupted by his voice, sounding from another room.

“…What the hell?”