"You call it ego, I call it experience." His eyes sear into Jacob, unblinking, water droplets still clinging to his silver eyelashes.

"No offense, kid, but I've been robbing people for longer than you've been alive." Len doesn't need to know Jacob's age to know he's older. That soft peachy skin, glossy dark hair, and youthful arrogance say it all.

"You're cute and all, but don't think I couldn't do this without you. I just hate to sweat." He slicks his wet hands back over his buzzed scalp, and climbs to his feet, descending up to mid-thigh in the water. Checks the LSD one last time before securing the device at his hip.

So far, so good. Except his sixth sense, the one that detects bullshit and bad ideas is saying otherwise. A tingle at the base of his spine that flares with every unexpected noise or sudden movement.

It isn't Jacob's fault he's on edge.

Len pulls his goggles back up over his face to conceal his eyes, and dives.