Riker wandered through life alone, and that was how he liked it. It was only because of a memory that he was here, aboard this train, staring at her. Had he been a better person, he could pretend she wasn’t affecting him, but his impulsiveness caused him to explode at inopportune times.
The woman brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, and the rings on her fingers caught the light. It was like dangling a steak in front of a tiger.
Riker licked his lips. The diamonds were no trick of the light. He could tell, even from this distance, that they were real. At the very least, the brand on her bag and the height of her hairdo told him she was filthy rich. Women with that kind of money could afford to cart around purse dogs in public without stuffing them in a cage.
He studied her for a few more minutes as a plan solidified in his mind.
Then the moment arrived.
An elderly man was making his way towards the back of the train where Riker sat. As he drew closer to the woman, Riker made his move. He walked fast enough to place himself between the man and his mark.
Squeezing himself between them, he pretended to stumble into the woman’s seat.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. The woman’s eyes were on Riker’s feet, and she hardly noticed as he deftly unclipped her diamond tennis bracelet.
He stood upright and slid his hands into his pockets. Jackpot.
But as he made his way to the front of the car, he made the mistake of glancing back. The old man was staring at him. He’d been made.