Page 73 of Bloody Sweet

"Should we get out of here?" I asked. "If they're coming all the way up here, we'll be trapped."

"It's nothing we can't deal with," Forrest said, but he went on looking.

The vision on the screen switched from one location within the building to another, to another. Places I wouldn't have suspected cameras were located. Inside the stairs. Inside both elevators.

"He owns this building," Woody explained. "Had it fitted out for security before anyone moved in. We should be safe here."

"Should be," I echoed. Nowhere in the world was completely impenetrable. Not even Forrest Cross' penthouse.

In the corner of the screen, one image remained the same: the corridor outside the penthouse.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Woody, you didn't see Forrest approaching through the camera out there?" I pointed toward the door.

"Fuck." Woody and Forrest both swore.

A heartbeat later, a loud bang blew the door in, knocking us all off our feet.