“Yes, but maybe…” Griffin’s voice trails off while he walks to the back of the house again. There, he carefully rattles at the window. “That one stuck out to me immediately. It’s an older one,” he whispers. “Let me try something.”
I step aside to give him more space and check our surroundings to make sure no one is watching us. With a silent click, the window snaps open, and Griffin pushes it up.
Lucky for once. Griffin links me and turns to me, his eyes flashing over.I will go in.
You certainly won’t endanger your life for me,I say.
You are the alpha. If I get caught, it won’t be that dramatic. If you do…he breaks off.I am your gamma. Let me do my job as your third-in-command.
I sigh, well aware that he is right. If I get caught, it will mean the end of the road for our plans.Alright. Go in. I’ll be here and warn you in case someone walks by us, or new customers are coming.
Griffin nods before pulling himself up and crawling through the window. For a while, I hear nothing from him, then,
This is a small living room, but next to it is a room that looks like an office.
That’s the one you need to check out.
What am I looking for?He asks
Notebooks, folders, anything that looks like he is writing stuff down there.
How about a laptop?Griffin offers.
Does he have one?
Yeah, it’s still on, but the screen is locked.
I frown.Be careful. If he didn’t switch it off, he might plan on still using it tonight. Maybe he is expecting more customers.
I will try to log in,Griffin says.
How? I am sure he doesn’t use 1234 as his code.
He isn’t,Griffin chuckles.But he has a Post-it stuck to his screen with a number that looks like it could be his PIN.Silence surrounds me until I hear Griffin again.I am in. What an idiot…
My mom does the same with her PIN codes,I say
Yeah, but at least she doesn’t run a business. Dude should at least take off the Post-it when he leaves the room for more than five minutes.
You are right. Now, hurry.
Again, silence descends, much longer than I want it to be. It starts making me anxious.Griffin, say something.
I am going through the files he used last,he says.There are a couple of OneNote files that aren’t useful. He just makes random notes there. On their own, they don’t mean much. But there is an Excel list.More silence, then he gasps.Goddess, Forest!
What, what?!I search around, an approaching figure in the distance catching my eye. It looks like someone is coming in our direction.Whatever you are doing, be quick! I think someone is coming.
Fuck! What I just found looks good, though.
Can you send the file to yourself?
That should work, yes. He is still logged into his email account.There is a brief pause.Sent me the file and deleted it from his sent files.
My gaze wanders to the approaching person again. It’s not one but three guys.Seriously, Griffin, hurry the fuck up!
Silence, and more silence.
A light gets switched on in the upper part of the house.For fuck’s sake—
