Brock was smart. I saw that, so he’d change everything as soon as possible, not wanting to risk anyone getting in to see whatever they were working on. That meant we had to move fast. We needed to get in and out even before they thought someone would get in and out, and that Brock guy would be watching Bren. We were the last people seen with Trundle. They were hiding something from Bren. We’d be on the short list of who took Trundle’s keys.

So yeah, tonight was our only night as far as I was concerned, but Bren, I had to make sure she didn’t touch anything. I moved into her, my lips to her ears. “We can’t talk in there.”

She nodded, knowing they could have recordings or video rolling.

I pulled her back one last time. “Go to the office door and wait for me. Follow my lead.”

Another nod. Her eyes were wide and staring at me, but she flinched, her hand flicking her nose.

I suppressed a smile, remembering the mask hid my mouth and smiled anyway.

I loved my girl. A seriously cute drunk.

Then we were in.

The back door opened easy enough, but it was the second door I was worried about.

Bren headed for it, waiting to the side as I darted behind the front desk. I watched. Brock used a code to get in so I plugged that in. And I also remembered when he took his papers to the back.

I lifted up the tray and there was a key inside.

I took it, hurrying to the office doors, and inserted it.

It turned.

Now, inside I wasn’t sure what we were walking into, but Bren did.

She bypassed me, going to an alarm system. She coded in a number. The system’s alarm turned green. We were good to go.

The bowling lanes still had their orange neon strips showing with enough light, so we didn’t need extra lighting. The office was different, though. I reached into my pocket, handing Bren a flashlight, and then we were both moving through the rooms.

Bren went inside the first one. She was sweeping over the desk, so I moved to the larger room, and I didn’t need to go anywhere else. I stepped inside the room, my light catching the image of someone on the wall, and I stopped in my tracks.

I hadn’t wanted this to happen, but here we were.