A few minutes earlier, Laura had handed an invitation card to Jenna's father, George Cohen. She spoke in a low tone as she laid out the plan.
"The lights will be cut off, but make sure not to draw attention to yourself. Keep this hat on your head and these black glasses on your eyes. Once the task is done, you'll be rewarded with the amount we agreed on. Rest assured, the CCTVs will be down when you enter, so no one will see you."
Laura glanced at her watch for the time. "In ten minutes, you’ll need to start. As soon as the lights go off, you make your move. Understood, Mr. Cohen?" she asked, seeking confirmation.
"Yes, I understand," George replied, his voice steady. His gaze drifted to the sharp knife he'd brought with him, glinting under the dim light. He slipped it into the pocket
