First, he’d locked it, but that was not enough. Then he’d nailed on the two-by-fours.
“What’s out there?” Julio asked, peering through the gaps.
“Nothing. Help me move that desk over. In front.”
Julio laughed. “There’s nothing out there but a two-story drop. Whachoo afraid of? You think something’s going to get in?”
“No. No.” That wasn’t it at all. That was crazy. Nothing could get up there—not unless flying alligators started prowling this city. Besides, he had no fear of what might get in.
It was what might get out that concerned him.
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