After rounding the entire perimeter of the building, Stryker deemed the back entrance our easiest option. Considering it was likely that the barrels would be back here anyway, Suki and I let him do his thing. Took the man no more than five minutes to toy with the locks and pull the doors open.
Flashlights and hammers in hand, Suki and I made our way through the darkened factory in search of the whiskey barrels with Stryker looming not too far behind.
The search didn't last long.
They were right where I thought they would be, all of them neatly and chronologically organized in floor to ceiling wooden shelves.
“Do you wanna do the honors?” I asked Suki.
It was her idea after all.
“Na, you do it, babe. Leave the motherfucker high and dry.”
A delighted smile curled my lips as I tightened my grip on the hammer.
Oh to be a fly on the wall...
