Chapter 17

I strolled casually around the block sussing out any cameras. There weren't any, though there was a freakishly tall guy in a jacket with West Coast Security emblazoned on the back. I couldn't see his face, because his baseball cap was pulled low, but given his rigid stance, I'd bet he was ex-military.

Curious and curiouser.

Since I didn't want to attract attention, I crossed the street to the grimy convenience store selling long distance phone cards and bongs, spending long enough browsing the chips display to note that the guard completed one circuit, including a walkthrough of the warehouse, every six minutes.

What a yawn-fest of a job.

As soon as the guard began the loop once more, I scaled the fence on the opposite side of the building in the alley, a three minute timer on my phone running. Half the loop. My leg barely even tweaked climbing the chain fence thanks to the summer I'd spent breaking in to an outdoor public pool after hours.