Chapter 55

Andrew knew Ford hated everything about this, but he still said, “I’ll call you later,” to Kathleen and pushed Andrew and Dalton down the alley.

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Andrew got them there in just over five minutes, lucking out with traffic, taking back alleys, and parking without care to race for the same entrance they’d broken into before. Their compressed air had long since evaporated—but there was new residue on the lock.

Dalton used his ID to get them in without causing any alarms. There were no obvious sounds of company inside or anyone in sight, but they were early.

The trap was simple. They knew the path the thief would follow but catching them relied on knowing when they struck—with a pressure plate. A borrowed scale hidden on Dalton’s tabletop held everything worth stealing. As soon as the weight changed, a signal had gone to Andrew and Ford’s phones. If they were too late, they still had a failsafe.