There wasn't a single black folder in sight. Just a sea of faded yellow, red, and standard manila office tabs. My heart did a quick, heavy thud against my ribs. I backed up, my eyes frantically scanning the rest of the room for a second filing cabinet or a safe hidden in the corner. Nothing. Just the heavy mahogany desk and the single metal cabinet. Did the client give us bad intel? I thought, my mercenary brain instantly assessing the breach. I spun around, darting over to the desk. I yanked open the top drawers, shoving aside stacks of club receipts, loose cash, and spare car keys.
No black folder. "Damn it," I hissed, checking my watch. Seven minutes down. Jasper was already starting to wake, and I didn't have time to second-guess. I dropped back to my knees in front of the cabinet and
