Max and Mike scoped the perimeter and
were pleasantly surprised that there was only one guy guarding the estate and
he was a sleeper. ‘I guess the country was truly in a recession and unable to
pay for good help’, Mike thought unable to believe their stroke of luck.
Hours earlier, Max had drawn a blueprint
of the property and the zones that triggered the alarms based on memory. They
quietly sneaked to the back door.
“Crap!” Max said looking at the number
pad, she had forgotten about that.
“Let’s just go back.” Mike said.
“Wait! If I know Caroline as well as I
do, she probably has some sort of clue as to what the passcode is lying around
somewhere.” Max said, dashing towards the shed. She frantically flipped over
some of the items until she saw what she was looking for. A horseshoe pinned on
the side of the wall with the name chestnut engraved on it. She flipped it over
and handed it to Mike. True enough the digits were there.
“How did you know?” He asked.
“I know Caroline.” She replied as they made
their way to the backdoor and into Martin Channing’s office.
‘The office was pristine. She was like
her father in so many ways’ Max thought.
The office was hardly that of a
billionaires. It was simple and other than a couple of pictures of Caroline growing
up it was rather bare. They fumbled with the drawers of his desk, but they were
locked.
Mike tried to pick the lock with a paper
clip. Max laughed quietly and called him a silly little boy. Max decided to
test her luck and grabbed the pictures of Caroline on his bookshelf and started
to open each frame.
The first three were empty.
‘Three down and two to go’ she thought.
She went for the fourth: Empty again.
And then the last one: Empty
Max sighed. She thought that, Martin was
like his daughter, Caroline. A foolish assumption, but she didn’t have any
other bets.
Mike glanced at the mess Max had made. He
picked up a key embedded at the edge of one of the frames and said, “Good job,
Black!”
They returned to the desk and started
pulling out the drawers. Just like his office his desk drawers were bare. There
were some photos and cards probably gifts Caroline had given her father through
the years and his laptop. Max and Mike took the laptop and ran. Not wanting to
press their luck any further.
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