“Five hundred dollars of Nobu sushi,” he whispers with sultry promise. “My very own Patek Philippe Nautilus.” I smile for real when I realize he’s naming purchases he’s going to make and stuff he’s going to do in Los Angeles with all the extra money the heist will leave him. “Nights in the Viceroy L’Ermitage whenever I feel like it,” he murmurs. “Room service and everything.”
