Chapter Eighteen
July Sixteen
12:30 A.M.
The night watchman was no fool. He knew that something big was going down at the plant tonight... When that brassy b***h with the white hair breezed into his gatehouse in the afternoon and told him that he should expect visitors tonight, he didn’t ask why. He already knew better than to raise too many questions about the goings on in there. Working for that bastard Baron taught him that much. The badge she flashed at him looked real enough, so he took her at her word when she told him she was some big honcho in company security. He just nodded like he knew what the hell she was talking about. It didn’t pay to let on that he didn’t have a clue. Somebody might think that he wasn’t doing his job.
So he wasn’t surprised to see that Mr. Baron was
