Chapter 18
The dog abruptly lifted its head, c*****g its ears toward the door. Someone was coming. I shoved the pick into Kendall's hand. "Lock the door," I whispered. My hands were shaking too badly to do it myself.
One benefit of working with a thief is that he tends to act first and ask questions later. Kendall soon had the lock secured and the lantern shuttered. We huddled with the dog in a corner behind the worktable, as the heavy tread of several men approached. A bright light came from beneath the door.
The latch jiggled, followed by a sharp oath.
"Told yer it'd be locked."
"Well, then, pass me the key, Mr. Smarty."
"Clive has it."
"Naw. I thought you had it!"
I didn't recognize any of the voices. Knowing they couldn't get in, I began to relax, and in the process realized th
