I really thought I’d be included in the fun part of sneaking into my pack house and the second safe in my father’s basement, to steal the papers and ledgers my father kept down there, but guess what? Dmitri didn’t let me tag along.
In his argument, he couldn’t risk taking me back there in case something goes wrong. In my argument, they didn’t know the exact ins and outs of the pack house —but I did. Not that I won the argument; Dmitri insisted he had experts that could steal anything without leaving a trace.
Apparently, he was right. The very next day after I’d mapped out the basements of my father’s pack house along with where the guards are stationed and the details of the papers I wanted stolen, they pulled off the heist.
And now everything is in order; everything has been set in mot
