The Wall

3

“They probably won’t be gone long,” Suit said.

“We should’ve started with this one.”

His eyes traveled up the one-story house with attached garage. Wooden front door, window to the right, tilted open. Two to the left, one of which was also open.

“But the other house had the better location, Thembinkosi. And it was worth the trouble. It would’ve taken us too long if we’d done things in a different order.” The woman glanced around. “Too many sidewalks, too many eyes, that’s what you always say. Do you want to go in or not?”

“Yes, Nozipho. We’ve only just begun to work.” He grinned at her.

“They probably don’t have an alarm, or they wouldn’t have the windows open.”

“How many cameras have you counted right around here?” Thembinkosi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small bundle of tools.

Nozipho extracted a hand mirror, held it up to her face, and turned slowly, looking in all directions. “I see four of them.”

“Me too. That’s about right. There won’t be many more than that anyway.”

Before Nozipho could even fish her lipstick out of her bag, she heard the door click open.