She tried to pull her arm away. She couldn’t say anything. Neither of us knew if her voice would be recorded and recognized, but she growled under her breath, so slight I hoped it wasn’t caught.

“Please.”

She ripped her arm away but left.

And I could breathe easy again.

I couldn’t waste time. I took as many pictures as possible, getting everything on the board. I noted the guy’s picture in the middle of the right wall, and all the images underneath. There were a lot of images under that guy, but after getting everything, I moved to the table.

Papers were picked up, pictures snapped of them, and put back down exactly as they were first placed.

It took me ten minutes, and I didn’t even like that it was that long.

Bren was finishing in the first office. She came out when I did. I swept my light to the third office, but she shook her head. I didn’t know what that meant, but when she headed for the exit, I went to make sure that office was covered. It was a hangout room. Magazines were left opened. A couple books. A camera. I picked up the camera, turning it on and scrolling through the pictures caught.

I didn’t know who these people were, but I took pictures of them just to be safe and as thorough as I could.

I was leaving when I saw headlights sweep the place. Someone was pulling into the parking lot.

I couldn’t think. I had to move.

The door was shut, so I hurried out, hitting and holding a big red button. I was hoping it was the one to man the alarm system. As it clicked on, I was moving through the door connecting to the offices just as I heard a truck’s door open from the front.

I sprinted to the register, slipping the key back in.

The front door beeped open just as I shut the cash register. I dropped low to the ground.

Thankfully, whoever was coming in left the lights off. They moved through, knowing where they were going. I moved to the other side of the front desk, closer to the back door—my destination—as I heard the cash register being opened.

For a second, I panicked. Had I put the key where it’d been?

I froze.

“There you are.” It was Brock. He grabbed the key, shut the register, and I straightened up from my crouch, seeing him going to the office. I moved to the back door but purposely dropped Trundle’s key on the ground just as I moved outside, closing the door.