Thieving Little...
@angelicmurmurings
Cole silently slipped through the window and into what appeared to be an office. Perfect. Bedroom was the last place he wanted to be at this hour. He left the window cracked open, enough to easily open it wide enough for himself to get through again in a hurry, but not enough for too much outdoor noise to find its way inside.
Let's see. Office. There could be a few things in here, but this would likely be a place for information gathering. Information was easier to trade than physical objects. Fencers could be unreliable, and carrying stolen objects if you were unable to get rid of them immediately was just...foolish. No, papers and the like would be a safer bet.
He carefully crept to the desk and checked for locks before kneeling to weed through each drawer. Cole pulled a phone out, ready to take pictures of whatever he found, but paused when he heard movement. He froze, held his breath and prayed it was just the house settling.
