The sound of a door closing draws my attention from the web page. Tori’s back. Could she possibly have sold all those cookies? More likely she got sick of dragging the dolly from house to house in the blazing sun. I’m just about to call to her when I hear voices—two men. I can’t make out their exact words, but one of them says something about square footage. A real estate agent—and he’s showing the warehouse to a potential customer! I mute the TV and press myself up against the doorframe, peering out to see who’s there. Two guys in suits are heading my way, moving through the corridor of the office area toward the main warehouse. My first thought is to hide under the desk and hope they don’t notice me. Then I remember the car parked beside all those storage shelves. That’s going to tip them off. Out of options, I make a run for the car. I know I’m giving myself away, but that’s going to happen anyway. At least now, I’ve got the element of surprise and a head start. “Hey, kid—what are you doing here?” From behind me, the heavy clop of dress shoes accelerates. I’m being chased. I burst out of the office area, slowing down only to hit
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