it checked,” another answered. “Just in case.”
My blood went cold.
Kenzo’s eyes met mine.
Closet.
We slipped inside, barely pulling the door shut as flashlight beams swept across the office. Heavy footsteps creaked closer. One of them laughed softly.
“Safe’s open,” he said. “That ain’t right.”
Another pause.
“And these?” the second man said, his light dropping continue reading …