CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Daniel sprinted down the darkened museum corridor, huffing and puffing and cursing the Hawaiian pizza he had eaten with the security guards for dinner. Beside him ran Officer Rogers, one of the plainclothes cops. The crackle on his walkie talkie told him one of the security guards was on his way.
All three were converging on a door on 15th St. next to the entrance to the underground parking lot. A security guard posted in the camera room had spotted someone picking the lock on that door.
Another crackling voice came on the walkie talkie Officer Rogers carried. It was from his partner posted on the far end of the museum. He was running for the location too, but it was clear he would not make it in time.
It was up to Daniel and Rogers.
And that security guard, whateve
