Chapter 32: Reaping the Harvest

:Are you sure this is a proper plan?:

"As long as the alarm doesn't get tripped, what can go wrong?"

:That is usually the last sentence before chaos rains down upon us. Did you not say the same thing at that warehouse with John Relco?:

Rhychard ignored the giant coshey and focused instead on the deadbolt he was trying to convince to let him in. Kree had been sound asleep when Rhychard arrived at his small condo. It took a little convincing to get the giant mutt to agree to stand guard, but in the end, it worked out. Kree perched on the gray-shingled roof, his gaze scanning for intruders, while Rhychard tried to recall what the Internet had shown him about picking a lock.

The plan was simple. Once Rhychard got inside Adrian's office, he would search for the pictures that Buttercup helped arrange. If he could get his hands on those, then the good pastor would lose his leverage. The men could stop following his orders and, with the proof turned over to David Morsetti, the church would dis