Barre chewed it over. â€˜OK. Letâ€™s synchronize schedules. The forensics team is going to be in there for a couple of hours. Nothing I can do about that. But at six-thirty precisely, I can guarantee there wonâ€™t be anyone on duty. You have five minutes.â€™
â€˜Whatâ€™s happening, Cube?â€™ spluttered Spiro. â€˜You said that weâ€™d all be wiped from the tapes.â€™
â€˜Artemis, can you guarantee this is not going to come back to haunt me? Technically, weâ€™re looking at a homicide.â€™
The red laser led straight into the belly of the lift. Holly floated into the metal box and descended to the eighty-fifth floor. The guiding laser led her out of the lift and down the corridor.
â€˜The battles are catching up with me,â€™ said Butler, a palm across his heaving chest. â€˜Time to retire, I think.â€™
â€˜It better not hurt,â€™ warned Loafers. â€˜Or youâ€™ll be hurting shortly afterwards.â€™
Commons sighed. â€˜Good. Great. Itâ€™s just sometimes when you get that look in your eye . . .â€™