We needed two people working at the same time to do this quickly.
If we were lucky, we’d be in and out in less than ten minutes.
The gold key—the larger of the two, worked on the door on the first try.
I’d done a walk around the perimeter, searching for any sign of cameras or any type of security system and came up short.
As for pets, thankfully the large breed dog we were met with at the door likes hot dogs.
“How did you even think to bring those?” Tim wondered. Wrapped in foil, I’d brought them in my book bag from lunch. Shrugging, I just grinned at him and he shook his head. “Why do I feel like this isn’t your first rodeo?” It was a grumble as we headed into the house.
It wasn’t, technically. I’d broken into Phil’s house countless times in the past.
