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She looks up at me now with pride, annoyance, and a bit of fear. I don’t blame her at all. Obviously, I have a plan. She’s gathered that much from my silent eyes, but she has no idea what that plan entails other than giving up the secret location of our most trusted ally.
Not the greatest of starts.
Then again, if Caleb and I were to adopt a motto, that’d be it.
Lilah stops the car in front of the black gate outside of Fox and Dani’s Hollywood mansion. She glares at me through the rearview mirror and I give Caleb’s hand a decent squeeze before I get out to open it.
The sun sits just below the horizon and I blink for a moment when I realize the time. At this time yesterday, I was imagining very, very different plans for my weekend. In the last twenty hours, I’ve stolen a quarter of a million dollars from a billionaire pervert, ran away from two assassins, flew across the country, banged my estranged wife, broke into my friend’s house, befriended a bounty hunter, avoided torture, and I’ve done it all with little on my stomach other than cheap airline pretzels and imported booze.
Needless to say, my plans don’t usually go as anticipated.
Let’s hope this is the one that sticks.
I open the black gate and Lilah rolls the car inside, leaving me here to walk the rest of the driveway alone. I close the gate and scan the street outside, eying the other houselights on the street. Sure, strangers should mind their own business but a suspicious, prying eye might come in handy right now.
I pick up my pace and make it to the car as Lilah and Elijah slowly ease up the front steps.
“What’s the code?” Lilah asks, gazing at me over her shoulder.
I throw open the back door to gather Caleb and hide any tells that might give me away. “Uh… 1-2-2-4-0-8.”
Caleb manages to push herself up out of the car with some of her own strength. I breathe of sigh of relief knowing that whatever the hell Elijah did to her isn’t permanent. If this plan goes south, I may need her to back me up. She grips my jacket to keep steady and we spin around to find the twins staring at us from their spot on the stoop.
“What?” I ask.
“That code doesn’t work,” Lilah says.
“It doesn’t?”
She rolls her eyes. “No.”
Caleb and I walk slowly up the stairs and I tap the numbers in myself.
The panel flashes a crimson red.
I furrow my brow. “1-2-2-4-0-8,” I say aloud as my finger taps it in slowly.
Again, the panel flashes red.
Elijah snatches my hand before I can type it again. “This panel wouldn’t happen to have an alarm function for multiple failures, would it?”
I pause. “Of course not.”
Lilah’s gun taps my cheek. “How about you get it right this time… just in case,” she warns.
“It’s zero-seven,” Caleb says.
I look down at her, still playing dumb. “Is it?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
Lilah pokes my cheek a little harder. “I swear to god, I will shoot one of you.”
“Okay, okay—” I tap the numbers into the pad. “1-2-2-4-0-7.”
The panel shines green and the door unlocks.
