It was three A.M. Saturday night when Alton said through Jax’s ear bud, “We’re in.”
“Good,” Jax replied. The mic he wore was so sensitive it made it possible for Alton to hear his barely whispered words as clearly as he’d heard Alton’s.
Alton had used a high-tech jammer to discover the radio frequency of the wireless security and disable it, while Jax took care of the phone lines. Even with that, they were taking no chances. Alton knew exactly where the painting was and chose their entry point accordingly. They were in and out within seven minutes; including the time it took to recalibrate the jammer to deal with the monitoring tag on the painting. The tag worked independently of, and on a different frequency from the security system and they needed it turned off so the whereabouts of th
