Edge assumes a suspicious expression, lips pursed, eyes wide, disbelieving. He goes to hand me the lighter and a fresh smoke. But I hold up my hands in protest.
“I’m no smoker,” I point out. “But you, my friend, are one hell of a chimney.”
“Thought you were paranoid about getting caught,” he says.
“I am,” I confirm. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to blow the alarm.”
wantSarah nods. “I get it,” she says. “Set off the alarm, send in the fire crews, make the two cops standing outside do their job by responding to the emergency.”
“What if they just hang out where they are regardless, dude,” Rob says. “They seem pretty corrupt to me.”
“You’re going to call the emergency in to the cops, Rob,” I say. “And when you do, tell them there are two cops already on the scene.”
“When?” Rob que
