“What an oily bastard,” Sean said a few minutes later when he and Ken were pulling out of the parking lot.
“Yeah. He’s not going to win my ‘friend of the year’ award, for sure.” Ken tapped his watch. “I recorded the conversation, of course.”
“And I got shots of his office and the waiting room.” Sean pressed the button on his watch to turn off the camera. “I’d have liked to get a look at the room off to the side of his office. The one with the hidden keypad.”
“If it was hidden, how do you know there is one?”
“It’s my business to know what to look for.”
“True. Sorry for doubting you.”
“Hey, don’t be. I know you’re not the covert operative in our pairing.” Sean snickered. “Although I’m not sure I’d be considered one either, since my skills end at knowing how to steal something without g
