I lifted two fingers and pointed Dex left, Roan right. Kane stayed behind me. We moved down the corridor without rushing, because rushing made noise and noise made people turn. Voices came through the glass before we reached the door.
One voice was calm and older. That had to be Vincent. Another voice carried authority like it was used to being obeyed. Hale.
“You don’t understand the position you’re in,” Hale said from inside.
Vincent answered without fear. “I understand it perfectly. You came after office hours with men who don’t belong in my building. That tells me more than anything you’ve said so far.”
Good.
Vincent wasn’t folding.
I checked the handle. Locked. Dex already had the tool out and worked the side latch while the conversation continued inside.
“You’re holding stolen
