Stormy POV
“I didn’t count on the door being locked,” Evander grumbled.
“What do you have in your pockets?” I asked.
He pulled out a pair of car keys, a wallet and bubble gum wrapping paper.
“Can I have your credit card?” I asked.
“Will I get it back?” he raised his brow.
I gave him a pressed smile. “Haha, we’ll see.”
He handed me a black card. How rich were these people?
“Do I want to know how you can open a door with a credit card?”
I giggled. “It’s not that hard.”
I wedged the car between the door. Good thing it was an old-fashioned door and not a double lock. I heard a click and pushed the door in.
“We’re in. How long do we have?”
“I can’t believe it. I haven’t been in here since I was six. Let’s just grab what we can.”
“What are we grabbing exactly?”
Evander scanned th
