Hardcore: Complete Series by Staci Hart

Author:Staci Hart
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Publisher: Promise Socks Publishing
Published: 2015-06-16T23:00:00+00:00

My pulse was deafening as I climbed the wall adjacent to The Kyle Building and hauled myself onto his roof. I sat on a duct near the access door and pulled out my laptop to log into the building security’s Wi-Fi. Jade watched over my shoulder as I scanned the port for the security cameras, then sent out a ping flood that knocked out all the cameras on the IP. It was a familiar setup. The cameras were unmanned in the lobby, there for checking after the fact, should something happened. They weren’t monitored by the minute. By the time anyone realized they were down, we’d be long gone.

I flipped my laptop closed and slipped my computer into my pack. “It’s done.”

Jade said nothing, just walked across to the access door and leaned against the cinderblock wall, eyeing me expectantly.

I sighed and slung on my pack before opening the door for Jade. She brushed past me into the stairwell, and I followed her down the stairs, through the hallway, numb. Jade knelt in front of his door to pick the lock and deadbolt as I waited behind her in the silent hallway. When the deadbolt clicked back, the sound was like a gunshot.

I stepped into the apartment behind her, not expecting the wave of pain and nausea that rolled over me. I didn’t know if it was seeing the Rothko on the wall or his jacket hanging on the back of the couch. Could have been his shoes half under the coffee table or the familiarity of his beanie that lay on the cushion of his armchair. But as I sucked in a breath, I realized it was the way the apartment smelled, some mixture of laundry detergent and soap and … him. It smelled like him, and that simple, unexpected assault on my senses almost doubled me over.

Jade walked toward the painting like a bug to a zapper. If she were a cartoon, her eyes would have sported dollar signs.

“Hurry up and let’s get the fuck out of here.” My voice was rough and raspy, my mouth dry as I checked his alarm. It wasn’t active, and I shook my head at his oversight.

She looked around the edge of the canvas with her flashlight, pausing near the top. “It’s wired.”

Jade moved out of the way as I approached. Behind the painting was a magnetic trigger. “Fuck,” I whispered.

“I thought you said you could handle this?” Jade snapped.

“I can,” I popped. “Just give me a second.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s a wireless magnetic trigger. We move the painting, and the alarm sounds. It’s connected to the alarm pad.” I slipped off my pack and found my wire cutters, then popped the face off the alarm and cut the phone line.

Jade hung a hand on her hip, and I nodded at her.

Her face twisted into a smile as she lifted the painting off the wall and set it on the ground, then reached into her pack for the black canvas case with a strap.

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