Bitter Bite (Elemental Assassin #14)(85)

ball of slushy Ice and threw it at the door. When no sparks flew, I went over

to the door and peered at the high-end lock embedded in the metal. I also

rattled the knob, just in case someone had left it unlocked, but of course, my

luck could never be that good.

“Um, Gin?” Bria asked. “Do you see those security cameras pointed right at

you?”

“Yep.”

She frowned. “And you’re not worried that Deirdre’s spotted us already on

the feed?”

“If you were taking over a bank and planning to pick it clean, what’s the

first thing you would do after you got inside?”

She thought about it. “Disable the security system and erase all the footage.

”

I shot my thumb and forefinger at her. “Bingo. Deirdre doesn’t want any

record that she was ever here, and she doesn’t want to accidentally trip any

alarms getting into the cash cages or the basement vault. That’s why the

cameras are down, along with the rest of the security system. She doesn’t

realize it, but she’s made it a whole lot easier for us to get inside.”

I looked at the lock again. I didn’t want to waste precious time picking it,

so I reached for my Ice magic, ready to freeze and shatter the lock—

And that’s when the dead bolt clicked free, and the door started opening.

Bria dashed around the corner and out of sight, but I didn’t have time to do

that, so I ended up darting behind the door and hoping that whoever was

opening it wouldn’t think to look behind it.

A giant dressed in a gray bank guard’s uniform strode through the door and

took several steps out onto the roof. I held my hands up, catching the door

before it slammed into my face, then peered around the edge of it. The guard

looked around, his hand dropping to his black leather utility belt, as if he

were going for the gun holstered there. I palmed a knife and tensed, ready to

move. But instead of reaching for his weapon, the giant grabbed the walkie-

talkie off his belt, hit a button on the side, and brought the device up to

his lips.

“The roof is secure. You want me to hang out up here or come back down and

help the other guys with the cash cages while you work on the vault?” the guy

asked, then let go of the button and waited for a response.

Static crackled out of the walkie-talkie. “I’ve got the vault covered, and

Ralph and the others are cutting through the cages right now. Stay up there. I

don’t want anyone trying to get in here from any angle, not even the roof.”

That was Santos’s voice. So he had men working in the lobby, but he was down

in the basement vault. That’s where Deirdre would be too, and most likely

Finn.

The guy sighed and pressed the button on the walkie-talkie again. “Roger

that. Call me when you need me.”

“Roger that,” Santos replied.

The guy sighed again, louder and deeper, disappointed that he wasn’t in on

the action down in the lobby. He holstered his walkie-talkie and turned to

close the access door behind him.

Right where I was waiting.

His eyes bulged, but he didn’t even have time to scream before I stepped up

and sliced my knife across his throat. The giant clutched both hands to the

vicious wound, trying to put pressure on the gaping hole, even as his legs

slid out from under him and he toppled to the ground.

“I’ll take that,” I said, bending down and plucking the walkie-talkie off

his belt.

The guy coughed, but that was the only noise he made as he bled out. I turned

the walkie-talkie back on, hoping to hear some chatter from Santos and his

crew, but the device remained silent. They were probably too busy breaking

into the vault and the cash cages to talk right now. Good. That meant that no

one would miss this guard for several minutes, if not longer. I turned off the

walkie and slid it into one of the pockets on my vest.

Bria stepped out from behind the corner, gun in hand. “What now?”

“Now we go down into the belly of the beast.” I held my hand out, gesturing

at the dark corridor that led into the bank. “Ladies first.”

She nodded, raised her weapon, and stepped through the door into the shadows.

Bloody knife in hand, I followed her.

We were in.





25

First Trust bank was housed in an old prewar building, so it wasn’t nearly as

tall as the modern skyscrapers that made up the downtown skyline. But it took

up the entire block, which meant that there was a lot of ground to cover.

The fire stairs were wide enough for Bria and me to creep down side by side. I

stopped at every floor, but the doors were all locked, and I didn’t hear any

movements on the other sides, much less see anyone through the narrow strips

of glass in the doors. No one was working up here in the offices, and Santos

hadn’t bothered to station any guards on the higher floors. Excellent.