Chapter 4
The ride from the airport to the compound gave Sean a chance to revisit—visually—an area he’d been in three years before. He wondered, when they drove by a large home he’d burglarized, if Ken knew.
“Bring back memories?” Ken asked with a smirk, answering Sean’s unvoiced question. “We have a fairly good idea where all the places are you’ve hit,” he said. “Not that it matters, other than to confirm you know what you’re doing and how to avoid being caught.”
“After ten years of practice, I’d better.”
“No kidding. Now you’re going to learn a whole new set of skills.” Ken pulled the rental car up in front of a gate set in a high brick wall. A man came out of the guard house at the other side of the gate, asking to see ID. Ken showed him his, then Sean handed over the new, laminated
