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- Author: Ruth Ware
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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 4
MINUS EIGHT DAYS
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The wall around the perimeter was child’s play. Six feet, but no spikes or barbed
wire on the top. Barbed wire is my nemesis. There’s a reason they use it in war
zones.
At ve foot two I couldn’t quite reach to pull myself up, so I scaled a nearby
tree with a sturdy branch overhanging the car park, lowered myself until my feet
made contact with the top of the wall, and then ran softly along it to a place
where I could drop down out of sight of the CCTV cameras that circled the
building at intervals.
On the other side of the car park was the re door Gabe had described, and it
looked promising. A standard half-glazed door with a horizontal release bar on
the inside. I saw with satisfaction that it was poorly tted, with a gap at the
bottom that you could practically get your hand through. It was the work of
about thirty seconds to slip my long metal slider underneath, swing it up so the
hook caught on the bar, and pull rmly down. The door opened and I held my
breath, waiting for the alarm—re doors are always risky like that—but none
came.
Inside, the lights icked on automatically—big uorescent squares in a tiled
ceiling that stretched away into the darkness like a chessboard. The far end of the
corridor was still pitch-black, the sensors there not yet picking up my movement,
but the section I was in was bright as day, and I stood, letting my eyes adjust to
the glare.
Lights are a bit of a double-edged sword. On the one hand, they’re a huge red
ag to anyone monitoring the security cameras. There’s nothing like a screen
lighting up like Christmas to catch a security guard’s eye and make them glance
up from their phone. But you can sometimes style it out if you’re caught
walking condently around a building at night when the lights are on. It’s much
harder to explain your presence if you’re creeping along an unlit corridor with a
torch. You might as well be wearing a striped T-shirt and carrying a bag marked
Loot.
Right now it was 10:20 p.m. and I was wearing my “oce” clothes—black
trousers which looked like they could be the bottom half of a suit but were
actually stretchier and more breathable than any regular oce wear, a dark blue
blouse, and a black blazer that was standard, o-the-rack from Gap. On my feet
were black Converse, and I had a gray Fjällräven backpack slung over my
shoulder.
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