Mitch removed a ceiling panel and looked down at the eighth floor of Lawrence’s building. He felt his phone to vibrate on silent in his pocket.
“Damn.”
“What is it?” Adam asked.
“Phone.”
He reached for it, taking it out of his pocket slowly.
“Whatever you do, don’t drop it,” Adam said. “It just has to pass through that sensor below and the place will be all bells and whistles.”
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Mitch gave Adam a sideways glance. His eyes strayed back to the phone screen.
“John,” he answered, “everything alright?”
“Fine my end, how about your way?” John asked.
“All OK. Got to go though, we’re inside.”
“Call me when you’re done.”
Mitch hung up.
“That it?” Adam asked.
“No, I thought I’d call my mother,” Mitch grimaced. “I’ve got other operatives on the job, I need to take
