Breakout
Chapter One
When the alarm went off, Parker and Armiston were far to the rear of the
warehouse, Armiston with the clipboard, checking off the boxes they'd want. The
white cartons were stacked six feet high to make aisles that stretched to the
unpainted concrete block side walls of the building. A wider central aisle ran
straight to the loading dock where they'd come in, dismantling the alarms and
raising the overhead door.
Then what was this alarm, five minutes after they'd broken in? "That idiot
Bruhl," Armiston said, throwing the clipboard away in exasperation. "He went
into the office."
Parker was already loping toward the central aisle. Behind him, Armiston cried,
"God damn it! Fingerprints!" and ran back to pick up the clipboard.
Parker turned into the main aisle, running, and saw far away the big door still
open, the empty truck backed against it. George Walheim, the lockman who'd got
them in here, stood by the open doorway, making jerky movements, not quite
running away.
These were all generic pharmaceuticals in here, and Armiston had the customer,
at an airfield half an hour north. The plan was, b ... read full excerpt from: Breakout ebook
