Chapter Seventeen
We waited until sunset before we made our approach. The tourists had all packed up their cameras and gone back to their hotels. The locals had stored away their waters and trinkets and returned to their homes. With the coast clear, it was pretty easy to gain access to the structure. Getting inside was a different matter. Luckily, we had an accomplished engineer in our midst.
Tres reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed the night guard a very large bill. Then, magically, the bolted door that led to the interior of the structure opened for us. An engineer using his best weapon: capitalism.
Skye and Skully sniffed and rolled their eyes. They had likely been looking forward to knocking some heads together to gain access. Diaz chuckled as he took the poin
