The minute he left work, Brax called Kyle. “How do you feel about doing a little B&E?” he asked.
Kyle chuckled. “I have no problem with that. You found Connoisseurs accountants?”
“Yep. Let’s grab something to eat, first.”
That worked for Kyle, so they met at a downtown restaurant close to the accountant’s offices. It was after seven when they finished. Then they walked the two blocks to the building housing, as Kyle insisted on calling it, S&M and Company. When he’d dubbed it that, Brax had said, in amusement, “I wonder if they even thought about the fact people might abbreviate it to that, and what it means?”
The building was an older one, with no front desk in the lobby. On the wall between the two elevators was a list of the tenants. S&M was on the fourth floor. When they got to the
