The Poisons Book Job: Dragon Thief, #3

Priceless artifact, impossible heist… How can a thief resist?

As Myra tries to find her footing in this new world of dragon shifters, one problem clearly stands out above the rest. The dragon king and his dangerous jobs. Avoiding Christopher because of his father proves impossible, though. And when the king offers her yet another job, a heist almost as interesting as it is impossible, she gives in. To both the job, and working with Christopher again.

Pulling off an impossible theft requires focus, precision, and planning. Precision and planning, Myra has down. Focus… With Christopher around, that focus wavers. Ignoring a seven-foot tall, intimidatingly sexy dragon shifter would challenge even the most determined. Myra’s determined. Just not determined enough to stay away from Christopher.

But first they have to pull of his father’s impossible mission and recover a priceless relic. Without getting caught.

And without letting her feelings get in the way.

The Poisons Book Job

A Dragon Thief Story

Dragon Thief

Book Three

Kat Simons

THE POISONS BOOK JOB

Copyright © 2024 by Katrina Tipton

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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One

Myra slipped across the roofs of the Brownstones until coming to the roof she was aiming for. One that had a low wall and pressure sensors on the roof that were impossible to see if you didn’t know they were there.

The Manhattan night kissed her cheeks with chilly air, the sounds of traffic over on Third a quiet hum. This neighborhood was exceptionally quiet at three in the morning, for Manhattan, but quiet in New York wasn’t technically quiet. A couple of dogs barked a few streets over, which meant at least two people had to take their dogs out for walks at this time of night. She loved animals, but this is why, if she were to get a pet, it would be a cat. They could pee on their own while she was out working.

A cat burglar getting a cat might be clichéd, though.

The roof she needed to cross was wide and mostly empty, unlike the one she was standing in which was covered in raised stones boxes filled with plants and had a nice set of patio furniture and an outdoor grill. There were even trellises with ivy growing over them, though the ivy was mostly dead at the moment, given they were rolling into winter. The roof she stood on topped a Brownstone owned by a family that sent their two twin girls to private school and had parties up here that they claimed were for family but an awful lot of the mother’s associates from the big accounting firm where she was a partner got invited.

Currently, the entire family was out of the country for a ski vacation, and the staff didn’t spend the night. Which made this building a safe place to work from.

The roof Myra was aiming for was a wide-open square but for the small raised hut that led inside to the stairwell. The gray stone tiles on the roof looked ordinary and harmless. But her research confirmed they were sensitive enough to detect a pigeon landing on them. Which was probably annoying to the people who had to monitor the activity because there were a lot of pigeons in the city.

She pulled a hook and wire from a pocket of her jacket, and using a little spell to ensure the hook landed against the raised hut on the first throw, she swung and tossed the metal barbs, catching a sharp lip of the hut. She tied off the other end of the long wire to a metal loop fixed into the accountant’s roof, a metal loop used to chain the grill down most of the time—for some reason, the residents hadn’t bothered chaining the grill last time they’d used it. Maybe they’d assumed no one would try to steal it from off the roof?

There was an irony there since she was an actual thief but wasn’t going to be stealing the grill. She had something a little different in mind.

She grabbed the wire, her gloved hands protecting her skin, and swung up so her legs hooked over, stretched out so she could use her feet to help her shimmy along the wire. Dangling over the motion sensor tiles, moving fast along the thin wire, she mentally asked all pigeons in the area to stay away for the next fifteen minutes.

The painting she was here for wasn’t hanging on any of the walls inside the five story Brownstone. It wasn’t kept inside a vault either, which was amusing to her. It was tilted against a wall in a closet on the third floor,