Chapter 5
Dale carried the jar in one hand and his 9mm Sig in the other. He’d spent the evening doing recon in the neighborhood and observing everything he could about Archimedes’ house. There were two main doors. Dale decided to opt for the one near the back corner. He’d never thought the lock picking skills he’d learned in the military for covert assaults would be put to this kind of a use. Archimedes appeared to have at least one employee, because a bearded man had been seen entering the house in the early evening. The man had left an hour later. If there was an alarm system, Dale was mildly screwed, because it would take away the element of surprise. He’d have to rely on speed and hope the box wasn’t locked in some kind of a secure vault.
He set down the jar of pickled demon long eno
