She focuses on the museum heist

I had poured over the floor plans of the museum, watched as many news clips as I could about the robbery, and surveyed the tools I had at my disposal. The news reports were especially disheartening. The security staff had temporarily been doubled, and an anonymous philanthropist had paid to put in an express order for a state of the art security system. I had a pretty good guess who the philanthropist was. The bastard.

And did I forget to mention that the costume didn't like to be covered? I had tried to wear a T-shirt, just to feel more normal, and the costume began to pinch me, all over. It didn't stop until it was uncovered. Besides being demoralizing, that feature made it damned hard for me to do any reconnaissance.

But I was going to have to if I wanted to be free. Which meant traveling in public dressed as a kitty slut. I couldn't ride my motorcycle since the vibrator might turn on at any moment, which left public transportation. A cab seemed the lesser evil. So with a deep breath I called one. I'd just tell them I was on my way to a costume party. The sooner I got this done, the sooner I could get this whole thing behind me.
I was lucky I had already gathered my things, because a moment later, things got even worse. Someone pounded on the door.

"Kathryn Bell, this is the police! Open up!"