Chapter 75
Darian lifted the far end of the counter-top, which folded up to allow access to the back room, and punched in a series of numbers to silence the alarm. “Two three nine seven,” he told Stacy, who still stood by the door, transfixed, as if unable to move. When Stacy glanced at him, confused, Darian grinned. “Just in case you need to know it. Come here, I’ll show you how it works.”