7.THE AIR WAS cool under a bright sun. Black sat parked at Pier 40, looking across the four-lane street, beyond the pedestrians, the passing vehicles, and cable car toward the building of The Spinning Sails. He opened the glove compartment and removed his lock pick kit and the g*n he took from the kid, Jay. He got out of the car, keeping an eye out as he tucked the g*n in the back of his pants and placed the lock pick kit in his pocket. He cut across the busy street and through a parking lot to the front of The Spinning Sails. To his right was a harbor filled with small sailboats. To his left, a white commercial dock building. The building had multiple storage units extending about fifty yards into the bay.
“Hmm,” Black exhaled, walking into The Spinning Sails.
Inside was quiet but clutt
