“All right. The two of you need to come up with a code for the control panel,” Bill, one of the men from the security company said. “And not a birthday or social security number, or anything else a thief could figure out with a little research.”
Jeff nodded. “The one we used in The One-Eyed Snitch?” he asked Spence.
“That’ll work.” Spence started to tell Bill the numbers, only to have Bill stop him.
“I’ll show you how to enter them. They aren’t secure if anyone else knows them, even me.” He did, and turned away as Spence input them. “Okay. If you ever want to change them, you know how, now,” Bill told them. “Every door and window is connected to the system. If anyone tries to break in, we’ll get a notification at the security center.”
“What if we’re here?” Jeff asked. “Will we know, to
