Page 30 of Point Blank

Both men pinned her with their gazes.

“Why not?” Brock said with a frown.

She moved in front of Milo. “Because here,” she said, tapping the drawing, “and here there are cameras.”

Milo huffed a breath behind her. “Shit, how did we miss that before?”

“We can hack into their surveillance system and deactivate the cameras,” Brock offered.

Serena chewed the inside of her cheek. In a different situation, that would be an acceptable idea, but they didn’t have time for that. “There’s too many things that could go wrong if we mess with their cameras. We’re better to slip in and not risk tripping a firewall and alerting them.”

“What do we do?” Milo asked. He’d moved closer to the table, and his chest brushed against her shoulder as he studied the blueprints. “It’s locked down.”

She massaged her temples. He was right. The other entrances were even tighter, with multiple rotating cameras or close proximity to the servants’ quarters. Since they’d be making the move before midnight, it was too much of a risk to enter where the house was occupied. And they couldn’t wait until later since they had to deliver the diamonds at 1:00 a.m. She moved to the printout of Titus’s evening routine.

Milo made a sound of impatience. “I’ve been through that. He doesn’t leave the house after dinner unless he has an engagement.”

She dug the knuckle of her index finger into her cheek. “Here,” she said, pointing to the second last point on Titus’s routine.

Milo and Brock leaned in. “What? An hour in his cigar room?”

She shrugged. “It’s all we have. The cigar room is on the main level, opposite end of the house as his suite. He’ll be there from ten to eleven. We’ll have to make it work.”

It wasn’t ideal, but given the circumstances, they didn’t have the luxury of rescheduling the heist.

Crap.

“We’ve got a bigger problem.”

Both men swiveled their heads to her.

“What?” Brock said.

“Titus has three rottweilers.”

Brock’s jaw unhooked and Milo hung his head. Someone cursed. She tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, forcing her brain to transport her back to her conversation with Titus about the dogs. Visions of the accident kept intercepting her memory, but she tried to ignore them.

“They’re usually inside. I have a room for them on the main floor, so I’ll need enough notice for showings to have one of my staff move them outside. If someone comes unannounced, they’ll be sorry.”

“The dogs are kept in their own room on the main floor.”

“Well that’s great. I don’t see how we can get past three dogs,” Brock said.

Milo didn’t say anything, but his eyes tracked her face. A hint of challenge lit his emerald greens. She scanned the papers again. Something had to work. She noticed an overhang off the master bedroom. Leaning closer, she smiled.

“Right here. We’ll get in through the balcony. He won’t have cameras outside his bedroom—or inside for that matter, and there’s a good chance the dogs won’t hear us.”

Brock’s chuckle broke her concentration. She looked at him.

“It’s not a stretch of the imagination that he’d have cameras in his bedroom. If you know what I mean.”

She pursed her lips. “Thanks for the visual.”

He raised his hands. “Hey, that guy has more women coming through his bedroom than I do.”

“Maybe he should aim for a world record then,” she mumbled.

“Ouch. C’mon, S, I’m not that bad.”