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I did.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“You can fit through there.”
Twelve
I may not put a twinkle in your eyes, but I can put that WTF crease in your forehead.
—Gunner to Sutton
GUNNER
“Where is the monitoring for the west half of the campus?” I asked, watching a couple of blank screens that were giving us a huge blind spot.
“Wiring over there is atrocious,” Yates swore. “Whoever wired this building is a complete imbecile and should be shot in the face.”
He’d been working on the west side of the building all morning, and had yet to get the cameras up and running.
Something caught my eye on the monitor all the way to the left, and I grinned when I watched Webber scale the fence and hop over like he was a young buck, instead of the old fart that he was.
“Be right back,” I said as I left the office.
I met Webber in the parking lot and called out, “You didn’t make it this time, either.”
Webber had a habit of sneaking into my job sites.
Actually, all of them did.
Most of them liked to offer me help when they could, and usually we had a set day and time for them to come out and test all my systems.
However, they did randomly show up from time to time.
“Good.” Webber offered me his hand. “Did you find my accomplice yet?”
My brows rose. “Accomplice?”
“Accomplice.” He grinned wickedly.
I looked out over the grounds and sighed. “Fuckin’ wiring on the west side is complete and utter bullshit. We’ve spent the majority of the morning trying to get it online but it’s slow moving.”
“Hide and seek.” Webber winked. “I need that key, though. And when you find my accomplice, tell them that I need my sweatshirt back.”
“Will do.” I shoved my hand into my pocket, pulled out the key and tossed it to him.
He caught it, shoved it into his pocket, and saluted me before heading back to the fence he’d scaled earlier.
I saw the back end of a black SUV, and my eyes narrowed.
I didn’t know anyone with a black SUV.
From the looks of it, it was new. So maybe one of the guys had bought their wives a new car?
I stuffed my hands back into my pockets and headed back inside, stopping in the office to see if I could spot any movement on any of the motion detectors or monitors.
Finding nothing, I walked myself to the west wing and quietly moved around.
My first mistake was assuming whoever had come with Webber would be outside.
