Roman growled, wriggling free of the two big men in the confusion, pad firmly in hand, and made off with it. She was quickly formulating a plan. She knew that Narcissus would continue to follow her, and so would the marshall.
If she timed it just right, then she could discreetly give Narcissus the pad, and he could take it back to the employer. The marshall wouldn't be any the wiser, and he'd still think that she had it, and then she could keep the guy running while Narcissus could get away...

It had a lot of kinks, and there was no guarantee that Narcissus would give her any credit if she made it work, but she'd rather have her life than die trying for some petty money.