“I’m in.” The safe door swung open with a soft swish.
“So am I.” Phoebe looked up from the terminal. “I’ll be done downloading data in five. Then I’ll activate the virus.” She looked at her watch. “We’re still ahead of schedule and—”
She stopped as something odd in the security office caught her attention.
“Houston, we have our problem.”
“Cops?” Dewey swept everything in the safe into his pack, closed the door and spun the dial.
“I wish.” A few keystrokes pulled the camera up on her monitor so Dewey could see what she was seeing.
“Crap! Do you think they’re headed here, and what do we do about it if they are?”
Phoebe didn’t answer. Her mind was racing, exploring various options, searching for the path out of the maze. “First”—even as she spoke, she was typing again, tapping into the
