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The Con Code
The only real crime is getting caught.see full description
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By day, seventeen-year-old Fiona Spangler runs small cons for her ritzy prep school classmates. But by night, Fiona joins her dad on riskier heists: Stealing back clue-filled forgeries in the hope that the scavenger hunt will lead them to her long-lost mother.
Just three more heists remain when disaster strikes: Fiona's dad is captured by the FBI. Desperate to save what's left of her family, Fiona assembles of crew of teen criminals: a master of disguise who can transform into anyone, a talented hacker who only communicates in glares, and a rival con artist with a vendetta against—and possible crush on—Fiona.
All they have to do is perform three nearly impossible heists, solve her mother's incredibly complex clues, and evade the FBI. Easy, right?
Raindrops pound against my face as I heave myself upward, the trellis rattling under my weight. I pause, squeezing my eyes shut until the shaking stops. Wind gusts and plasters my drenched hair to my cheeks. Since the window’s cracked a tad, I easily slide it open all the way. That’s the good thing about breaking and entering in the middle of the day: The alarms aren’t activated.
The air-conditioning turns my skin to ice as I shimmy inside. I strip off my soaked school uniform and replace it with a fresh one I folded neatly at the bottom of my purse to prevent incriminating drips on the gray carpet. Stuffed at the bottom of my bag, there’s a third set to change into before I rejoin my classmates in fourth period. There’s also a wig that’s a perfect replica of my blond hair to cover my soaked locks. Rule #7: Thieves must be good at packing in small bags. After removing my shoes and squeezing out the ends of my waterlogged hair, I tie it back into a low ponytail and cross the room to Van Lowe’s computer.
I’m not a tech genius, but I know a thing or two about people who use passwords: They tend to forget them. I only need to lift up his keyboard to find the Post-it Note stuck to the bottom that reveals the sequence of gibberish that unlocks his files. My USB purrs when I drag the folder with the grades onto it. With a satisfied smile, I eject the USB, stuff it in my skirt pocket, and reverse my entrance until my feet land with a wet splat onto the grass.
Victory never tasted so sweet.
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