Page 75 of Game of Love
Something, however, caught my eye as I passed by the metal door that led out to the fire escape. There was movement on the other side. Shadows. Lights in the darkness flickering underneath the door.
Wes hadn’t looked past the vault area. There didn’t seem to be anything else of interest. But, maybe that was because there was nothing there at the time.
There were no cameras inside the vaults, just as Armand had pointed out that there was no surveillance past a certain point. That meant secrets were being kept more secret.
The door had a panel lock so I’d have to use my fingerprint for recognition. That meant there’d be a record of me being here and I didn’t want to take that risk.
Above the door was a vent. The sort I used frequently to escape.
Using the wall for leverage. I kicked off it and pulled myself up by pressing down on the barely-there door frame. The rim was just wide enough for me to secure my feet and I was stable enough to press my back into the wall and grab the mini screwdriver from my back pocket.
It never hurt to be resourceful, or think outside the box.
I leaned forward and turned the little screws to loosen the panel on the vent. It gave and was just wide enough for me to fit inside. If I were any bigger though there would have been no way. I shuffled back around to re-secure the panel. The last thing I wanted was for one of the guys to come back here and see the damn vent had been tampered with.
Once I did that, I moved toward the light and flickering shadows.
We were in the basement so I had to be above or close to some part of the parking lot. That was a good guess in relation to my location.
I crawled along until I heard voices. I got to the end of the path and looked through the panels.
My breathing stilled when I took a good look and saw Giovanni talking with not just The Chameleon, but Diego Sanchez too.
Thick as thieves in the den they were, in their secret meeting and I was in a very good spot to hear what they were saying.
Two black Sedans were parked side by side and it was just them on the outside, talking. I was able to make out two guys in the cars.
While The Chameleon and Diego held an air of cool, Giovanni had that antsy vibe about him, the one he’d sported all week.
“I want my money and then I want out,” he demanded.
“Keep yourself calm Giovanni,” Diego hissed.
“Calm? Those mother fuckers came into my hotel and opened fire,” Giovanni spat back. “This was supposed to be a secret opp. An investment on my part, but this is shit. Bull fucking shit. I want my money and then I want out. I am done.”
“That my friend is not the way it works,” The Chameleon answered in a deep Russian accent. “You have the facility here to keep the blueprints hidden.”
I could have rejoiced. The prints really were here. They were here. But where?
Where the fuck were they?
“Move them somewhere else.”
“And risk exposure?” Diego threw back. “Giovanni, think about this.”
“I am - they came to kill me.”
“No, they came to kill me,” The Chameleon replied and damn did I ever get another answer. Wes was right and my thoughts were correct too.
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m the one who knows the rest of the plan and when I go you will not see me again. We are still not ready for the prints. The leaders are gathering and once we have gathered and have everyone where they are supposed to be you will get paid and we will take the items then.”
I felt like I should be taking notes.
“You fucker, nothing had better happen to my daughter. I mean it. Nothing.”
“That is not how the Ra operate.”
