Where Yellow is waiting.
1:53. That thief comes back into the Dutch Room and trips the alarm.
1:56. One or both thieves come into the Tapestry Room and trip the alarm.
My Tapestry Room.
I’m breathing so hard I swear they have to hear me. 1:56, I tell myself. I’m okay until 1:56. And at 1:51 I’ll know for sure whether there are audible alarms or not.
I look down at my watch to check the time, but I don’t have to. An alarm blares on the other side of the floor, and I jump so high I drop my cheat sheet. I curl into a ball on the floor. My breathing is short and shallow, and my hands are shaking in full vibrations as I pick up the note card. The thief’s in the stairway. Oh God, he’s heading for Yellow.
A few seconds later another alarm blares. Its ringing isn’t the loudest alarm I’ve ever heard—not even close—but still it pierces my eardrums and makes me jump even higher. He’s in the Raphael Room. Please, Yellow. Please take care of him now, while the alarm is still going off, so no one can hear the scuffle.
The alarm in the hallway goes silent, but the one in the Raphael Room is still going. It shuts off a few seconds later, and then there’s total silence. I stop. I try not to even breathe. I listen. For anything. Any sort of sound to let me know who won. But there’s only silence.
I guess that means either Yellow got him or she hid from him. If he’d found her, there would be shouting and chaos. I look at my watch. 1:52. Back to the cheat sheet. In another minute I’ll know for sure whether Yellow got him. If an alarm sounds in the Dutch Room, he’s still free. If not, we only have one to go.
I watch every second tick by on my watch. It’s 1:53 now, but I’m not breathing until it’s 1:54. Ten seconds go by. Oh God, please. Please let Yellow have knocked the other one out with the chloroform. Another ten seconds. If she didn’t, I’m not sure what I’ll do. Twenty seconds. I can’t take out both of them at once. Thirty seconds. And I don’t think Yellow can get here fast enough.
1:54.
The museum is silent. She did it! Yellow did it! Now it’s my turn.
I crouch lower and slide myself out from behind the table so I’ll be able to strike. The other thief is going to enter at 1:56, and I’m going to jump on him, choke him into unconsciousness, and get out. I hope.
Suddenly an alarm rings on the other side of the floor.
I slap my palms to the wall behind me. What the hell is that?
It’s 1:55. I look down at my cheat sheet again. There are no alarms at 1:55. This is new. Who is that? Is it Yellow? The other thief?
There are footsteps in the elevator lobby. What do I do? Do I still try to take out this guy? What if the other thief is free? What if he tripped the alarm and is on his way back here? What if Yellow is dead? What if I’m next?
I don’t have time to think. The alarm rings in the Tapestry Room as the thief enters. It’s the bigger guy, the one with the dark hair and the mustache. He looks around the room, then turns to go.
And then he sees me, and I switch into autopilot.
He jumps back. I jump forward and throw myself at him. I deliver an elbow strike right to the jaw, and he stumbles backward. I rear back to kick; but in a quick second he’s on me, staring at me with wide, murderous eyes. He grabs hold of my arm and twists, but I spin away. This guy has no formal training, but he’s still way bigger than me.
And he’s got a gun.
I launch myself at him, grab the gun, and twist. I feel his fingers break, so I jerk the gun to free it, and it’s in my hand. I raise it and slam it into the side of his head, then I throw it across the room and jump on his back. I hook my elbow around his neck, grab my other arm, and yank like hell. The thief chokes and swings, trying to get me off him, but I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze.
He slams his back into the wall, trying to break free of me, but I can see he’s getting weaker. He’s swaying from side to side. He’s almost gone. I squeeze my hands into his throat a little harder, and he crumples to the floor face-first just as the alarm goes off.
I keep choking for a few seconds before I roll off and check him for good measure. He’s out but still breathing. I don’t even bother with the chloroform. I reach into my pocket and cuff him, then loop the bungee cord tight and tie his hands and feet together. My hands tremble so much it takes me three tries. But I get it.
I’m dizzy as I stand up to look around. The room is otherwise empty. I need to figure out who tripped that other alarm. I drop to the floor and crawl into the elevator lobby again, then tip my head into the Dutch Room. No one. I flatten my back against the wall and work the perimeter.
All of the stolen paintings are hanging in their frames except for the Vermeer, which is lying on the floor beside the table. Just as I thought. Go for the most valuable first. I bend down to look at it for just a second when a hand grabs my shoulder.
I whip up, grab the arm, and slam Yellow to the ground.
“It’s me,” Yellow groans, her mouth smashed between my hand and the floor.
“Oh God!” I say. “Sorry!” I lift my hand.
“I got the first guy. He’s out in the Raphael Room.” She hops up as if nothing happened. “Did you get the other one?”
“Yep, he’s in the Tapestry Room.”
Yellow gasps and grabs my hand, then jumps up and down. “We did it!”
“We have to get Violet and get out of here!”
Yellow nods and ducks to the floor, but I pull her up. “Screw that. Let’s just go.”
We race through the hallway, and the alarms ring immediately. But we don’t stop. We tear down the steps to the first floor.
“Violet!” Yellow screams. “Let’s go!” She runs into an alarm just in front of the main staircase, and it goes off. “Violet!”
“She can’t hear us over this,” I shout.
Yellow takes off down the West Cloister and rounds the corner into the North. I follow after her. Another alarm goes off, but we don’t slow. Yellow jumps into the Blue Room and triggers another alarm.
The Blue Room is empty.
“Where’s Violet?” Yellow shouts. I shrug my shoulders. Not good. Not good at all. We have to get out of here now. With this many alarms going off, you might be able to hear them from the outside.
We run out of the Blue Room and round into the East Cloister. It’s empty, and another alarm rings. Where is she?
“We have to go!” I shout.
“We can’t leave her!” Yellow shouts back. She runs into the Spanish Cloister next door, and another alarm goes off.
“Yellow, we have to get out of here!” My heart is pounding. Sweat is pouring down my face and stinging my eyes. “We’re going to get caught!”
Yellow looks down the hall and screams in frustration. “You’re right! Let’s go! Hopefully she got scared and bolted.”
We run down the North Cloister and then the West. We pass the main staircase, and the alarm that had fallen silent screams at us once more. We’re close. Just the maze of doors leading to the service entrance.
And then Violet steps out into our path.
Yellow and I grind to a halt.
“Where the hell were you?” Yellow shouts over the alarm.
Violet holds up a VHS tape. “Grabbing the security tape. Let’s go!”
The three of us run out the doorway and onto Palace Road. I grab my bag just before the door closes, and we don’t slow down until we’re a block away at a pay phone. Yellow fishes a quarter out of her pocket and dials 9-1-1.
“Yes,” she gasps into the receiver. “I think there’s something going on at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. I hear a bunch of alarms going off, and it looks like the service entrance door has been busted.”