Getting Her

Demitri

I don't want to wait. I've given up on that, so I'm going to go and partially kidnap her. I say partially, as I'm not taking her from the house.

"Got the details from security," Evan says, and I nod.

"Codes for the alarms, yes?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yes. I also found out who fitted the locks. Here's a set of keys," he laughs and throws me the keys. Well, at least I don't have to have the pick the lock.

"The dog might be an issue," he looks at me.

"It's not going to be an issue. One of the guys will be feeding it through a back window. While they do, we get in and close the dog in that room." I already thought of that.

The guys who recently renovated the patio explained the dog is aggressive, but if you feed it, it gives in and becomes your best friend. I want to say this is too easy, but it's not. Her parents aren't dumb; it was only easy because of who I am.

Anyone else reaching out to these people likely wouldn't get the information.

"House layout, from what decorators said,