CHAPTER 28
“READY?”
I NODDED, as did Carmen, and Emmy made short work of the back door lock with her lock picks. We’d already noted the lack of alarm, and Carmen shot out the security light that covered the garden using infrared goggles and a silenced pistol. With the shouts of late-night revellers drifting over from a nearby bar, nobody had even noticed.
Carmen stayed by the door, covering our exit as Emmy and I stole through the house. I took the first floor, she took the second, and we were back fifteen minutes later having found nothing.
“Housekeeper’s asleep down there,” I whispered, pointing at the end of the hallway.
“Two more sleeping in the master bedroom,” she said. “No kids.”
We only had the basement left. According to the realtor’s plans, it was accessed by a door off the
