“Wait, I gotta know, how’d you two wind up in kilts?” Easton started laughing despite the grim situation. “When you called me for an assist at the last second, you said nothing about dressing up.” “Don’t ask.” I wasn’t in the mood to talk about Griffin’s bright idea to get us inside the building unnoticed, particularly since it’d worked. That admission would only make him more insufferable. Cocky fucker. I could practically feel Griffin’s triumphant smirk as I went back to the task of opening the briefcase, using the target’s thumbprint on the biometric scanner.
