TWENTY-FOUR
“For the record, this is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Grey said as he sprayed a can of paint over the dome of a security camera. The backside of the Staffing Solutions building appeared more warehouse than office space. He went to work on the locked door, while Sage stood guard. They’d made it back to Vegas before sunrise, and headed straight for Sylvia’s office. She seemed the type of boss who’d be there before her minions had their first cup of coffee so they couldn’t afford to waste time.
Grey struggled to get the lock to release, grunting and growling as he slid a length of bended metal between the sliver of a gap on the back doors. “Just a little more.”
“Is this going to work?” Sage asked.
“These doors should have a panic bar to exit. One of those safety mechanisms
