“Grab hold,” she said. “We’ll take the whole thing.”
And that’s what they did. It was still heavy, but they managed. Wheezing and sweating, they lugged it out of the room and out the back door, which Scott had adjusted so it would self-lock behind them, and across the lumberyard to the gap in the fence. After they’d worked themselves and the safe through the opening, Emily stopped for a moment, her chest heaving, and sat down in the dirt. Between breaths, she said, “There’s something I gotta tell you. I should’ve told you earlier.”
Scott stood there above her, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. Perspiration dripped from his nose. “Not now. Come on, let’s go.”
She struggled to her feet. “God, I hope that combination works.”
“It’ll work,” he said.
They lifted the safe again—it
