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parole violations: namely, I got fired.” I looked Chuck square in the eye. “I can’t go back to jail, and without the card and pass code, it’s going to be impossible for you to get inside the admin building, let alone the VP’s office.”
    He blinked at me, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
    I said, “I can get in and get out, fast as that. If we do this right, they’ll never have any reason to suspect anything, and by the time they figure it out, your investor will have made his deal, and we’ll all be long gone.”
    Chuck opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, but then closed it again.
    I said, “Oh, and you’re coming with me. Or no deal.”
    He blinked at that, but then nodded. “All right.”
    Spinning in his chair, he grabbed the energy drink can beside his monitor and guzzled it down. Finishing it, he tossed the empty can into an already overflowing recycle bin beside his desk.
    “I’ll get the client to put the fee into my escrow service, and then I’ll get dressed.”
     

Chapter Eight
    At a quarter to six, we jumped into my car and headed for Kingsway Airfield. Before we got within sight of the main gate, I pulled over and got out of the car.
    “You drive the rest of the way,” I said to Chuck.
    “Me?” he asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
    “Yeah. Just trust me.”
    He shrugged and got out of the car to trade places with me. After adjusting the seat—he was quite a bit shorter than I was—he put the vehicle into gear.
    “All right,” I said as we neared. “Pull up to the main gate. Let me do the talking.”
    “Whatever you say. It’s your show.”
    He did as I asked, and stopped the car in front of the gate.
    Jorge Menendez, the night guard employed by Kingsway Airfield rather than any individual company, stepped out of the gate house and approached the car.
    Chuck rolled down the window. I leaned over and smiled.
    “Good morning, Mr. Riley,” Jorge said.
    I nodded. “Morning, Jorge. How’s Maria?”
    “Big as a house,” he said. “And as hungry as a lion.”
    “Should be any day, now, right?”
    He nodded and laughed. “Due date is next Tuesday.”
    “Hope you’re taking some time off.”
    “You know it,” he said. Then he gave me an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I can’t let you in, Mr. Riley. They gave me very explicit orders.”
    “Oh, I know,” I said. “I was just hoping you could call someone from the shop and get them to bring me my wallet. I left it in my locker yesterday.”
    “No one is here, yet,” he said. “Carl usually shows up around seven or seven-fifteen. You want to come back then?”
    I let my face show disappointment. “I can’t. I have to be at my PO’s office by seven-thirty. He’s on the other side of the city. I can’t drive without my license.” I pointed to Chuck. “And he’s already going to be late for work.”
    Chuck, picking up on my plan, turned to me. “I can still call my sister. I’m sure she’d give you lift.”
    “No.” I made a face. “By the time we went back there, it’d be too late anyway,” I said, and looked around as if I could spot another solution by doing so.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jorge was weighing his decision.
    “Say, Jorge,” I said. “If I gave you my key card, maybe you could lock the gate for a few minutes and go get my wallet—it’s in the admin building. Like you said, no one will show up for an hour. We’ll stay here in case anyone does come, let them know you’ll be right back. You have no idea how much I would appreciate that.”
    Jorge looked at the Worldwind Avionics administration building, which seemed a lot smaller than it was from this distance. I narrowed my eyes, but didn’t see any cars in the parking lot.
    “I can’t leave my post,” he said, drawing out his words. He sighed, as if resolving himself to his decision. “You promise you’ll be quick?”
    “Ten minutes, tops,” I said, smiling. “In and out before