Thirty feet below the art gallery parking lot, Lacey McCrae pressed her back flat against the cement wall while a half tonne of steel cage rolled past her face. Trapped in a space barely wider than her hips, she looked out through rigid metal mesh at Wayne, the ex-Mountie who paid her to take these risks so he wouldn’t have to.
“Get in at that sensor,” he said. “I want to finish up and be out of here.”
Claustrophobic, she suspected. He didn’t like working in this underground vault, with its single exit and electronically self-locking elevator shaft. He liked narrow spaces even less. That’s why Lacey was the one in the cage.
Her elbows scraped against the walls as she struggled to get her arms up and reached for the motion sensor.
"That's it," Wayne told her. "Snap the cover off and pull the black wire." Lacey did as instructed. "Great. Now pull back the grille."
Sweat beaded on Lacey's forehead as she forced her fingernail into the edge of the ceiling air grille and pried it back. Dust scratched at her eyes and a small piece of card stock drifted to the floor.
"That's it!" Wayne said. "We're done. Hand me that card."
Lacey wriggled around and used her fingertip to hook the card.
"Perfect!" He reached out his hand. "It's sixty bucks to get your car out if you lose the ticket."
Opening: jeb.....Continuation: anon.