“Let’s,” I agree. This ends tonight.
16
EIAN
Eian:
Doing something very stupid.
Call the Altons if you don’t hear from me in an hour.
I don’t wait to see if Harrison writes back and instead look at Seamus’s texts. He confirms that Brent and his wife have arrived at the fundraiser, and then it’s go-time.
Blake and Rory are down in the fucking sewers looking for the spot Seamus identified for them on a map. Mac and Duffy are in the car one block away, waiting with the engine running in case they need to come get us quickly.
I pass the heat-vision goggles to Colby and he nods as he scans the five-story building.
“I can’t see anyone in there.” He passes them to me, and I agree with his assessment, so I stuff the goggles back into the duffel bag full of tools we brought.
Two minutes later, all the lights in the block go off, and then I get a text from Blake.
Blake:
Done.
Eian:
All good.
I send back the confirmation, turn off my phone so it’ll stop vibrating with Harrison’s probably frantic texts, and then we move as quickly as we can.
We come to the steel trap door that’s right where Lucian said it would be, and I dig inside the duffel bag for the bolt cutters to snap the thick lock then throw them back in.
I pull back one of the steel doors, and Colby goes in first with his flashlight, turning it on as soon as he’s all the way in. We come to another metal door, two steps off the staircase, and as soon as I’m done picking the lock, I slide the duffel onto my shoulder and push Colby inside—we’re on the clock.
We shine our flashlights into every corner of the hallway. There are three doors, two down one side of the hallway, and another at the end.
The first one turns out to be a laundry room and there’s no generator there.
The second one . . . bingo.
“Just unplug it,” Colby tells me as I move forward. “We can plug it back in on our way out.”
I have no clue if that will fuck up our plan to get out of here unnoticed, but I nod anyway and pull the cable sharply from the outlet to the circuit board.
We stand there, waiting to see what will happen, if the alarm will start blaring.
But it doesn’t.
I let out a sharp breath of air then take Colby’s arm. We walk back out of the room and down the hallway. Beyond the stairs that lead to the main house is the last door.
That’s where we’ll find everything we need to get rid of Brent, to make sure no one is dealing with human trafficking in my city.
I feel the sense of victory start to flood my veins, then twist the doorknob.
The two beams of our flashlight show... nothing.
“The fuck?” Colby mumbles.
