Page 31 of Point Blank

She snorted. “Don’t get me started.”

Milo moved between them. “Let’s stay on track. How are we going to?—”

“Wait,” Brock said, holding his hand out to stop Milo. “I want to hear this. Has Dani said something? She’s been snooping, has she?”

“Uh, no. That’s my observation. Not hers.”

“For your information, she?—”

“Enough,” Milo barked. “We’re here to do one thing: finish this fucking job so we can save Dani.” He turned his attention to Brock. “Keep your comments to yourself. Now isn’t the time for drama.”

“She brought it up,” Brock grumbled.

Serena rolled her eyes but opted to seal her lips. Milo was right—they didn’t need to get distracted right now. Whatever beef remained between Dani and him was none of her business.

“Any idea how we’re going to get to the balcony?” Milo asked. “It’s about twenty feet off the ground.”

“More like fourteen. The ceilings on the main level are only twelve feet high, if you read the dimensions on the blueprints.”

“Still.”

She sighed and slid over the stack of images at the edge of the desk. She’d printed them earlier that morning. “These are pictures of the exterior.” She flipped through to the last ones. “The pillars holding up the balcony and the wall beneath it are lined with stacked stone.”

“You’re not suggesting we scale them, are you?”

She shrugged. “Not really.” She turned to face him and planted her hand on her hip. “You’re close to six feet tall?—”

He scowled. “I’m six three and you know it.”

She hid her smirk. He was still so easy to rib. “Yes, if you count your head. But if I’m standing on your shoulders, then you’re close to six feet.”

He rocked his head side to side. “That’s still only twelve feet with your arms stretched.”

“I think we can do it.”

“We might be able to get you in that way, but what about me?”

She tapped her finger to her chin. “That’s a problem.” She and Milo had already had a lengthy discussion that morning, and he’d insisted on accompanying her inside. She wasn’t opposed to it. Two years ago, on another day, or another job, she’d have refused.

Now, she didn’t have the luxury of being arrogant.

Come hell or high water, one of them had to get out with the diamonds.

“I have cable,” Brock said. “It can hold four times your weight, and with the stacked stone you’ll be able to scale it pretty easily.”

Milo nodded slowly. “All right, then. We have our way in.”

“I’d feel a lot better about this if he wasn’t home,” Brock said. “You know he cut off the hands of the last person he caught trying to steal from him. Then he killed him.” He looked down at the plans.

Serena forced a swallow and shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind.

“Maybe we can lure him away,” Milo chimed in.

“No, that won’t work.” She sighed. “Let’s take a break. My eyes are starting to cross staring at all these prints.”

Milo nodded. “Good idea. I’m going to touch base with Rhett.”

“I wouldn’t mind dropping in on the guys. Mind if I jet out for a couple hours?”