Then he opened a door into a dark office and flipped on a light as he entered.
“Is this her office?” I asked.
“Outer office,” he corrected, approaching another door, only to pause beside it and run his hand up the outside of the doorframe before he encountered a wire. Giving it a tug, he snapped it from its source.
“Umm.” My eyebrows shot up. “Don’t you think she’ll notice that?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He reached for the door handle, only to find it locked. “She’ll be in police custody before she realizes it’s been snapped.”
Lord, I certainly hoped so now.
He retreated to the secretary’s desk a couple feet away, searched for a second, then snagged a couple of paper clips. “She didn’t have this locked when I broke in Halloween night before I tried her apartment and ran into you. That’s a g
