Tuesday, August 26, 2008



“You think this was an inside job?”

“Almost definitely.”

“You really think someone on our staff was in on it?”

“At least one, probably more. Those alarms don’t fail, and they can’t be turned off from the outside. There had to be someone there to let the guys in. Plus, none of the doors were forced; I’m guessing they had keys.”

“Really?” asked George. I could see that he was starting to sweat.

“What’s wrong?”

“Shit, man, you got me.”


“I’m the inside guy!”

“Wait, I thought I was.”

“Wait, are you Thunderhawk?”

“And you’re Palindrome!”

“Shit, small world!”

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