15
The Heist
“I think I found it,” I whispered.
The radio crackled in my ear. Philippe couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t hear him. I was officially on my own. I’d wandered through the party towards the back of the house and found a staircase down to a lower level. There, I’d found a long, softly lit corridor. I’d slipped off my shoes and padded along the heated terracotta floor tiles, past a large gym and a home office to the right, before skipping down a second staircase and pushing through a heavy door into another corridor running alongside a subterranean swimming pool and spa area. Steam rose from the pool, the reflection of the tortoise-blue water shimmering on the roof. The corridor sloped downwards to another door, through which I’d found an enclave hosting a circular door to Antonenk
