“These blueprints are wrong” she said, tapping the paper lying on the table.
“You sure?” I replied.
“Yup. See… here and here… and that bit… doesn’t match what we’ve got on our hands.”
“Oh”
“I asked you to get the ones for the high performance vehicle, did I not?” she queried, one eyebrow raising slightly. “That is not what I’m looking at”
I could feel my face redden as the realisation sunk in that I was looking at something that was really not what I had been asked for. Some master-thief, me.
Santa’s sledge secret was safe. For now.
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