"Ali's Den of Iniquity," Alice said, answering her phone, causing the whole car to laugh.
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Honestly, Alice," I sighed. "We're at the warehouse. I need you to take a look at it. Is there power? Security?"
"No security that I can see, but that doesn't mean there isn't some sort of old school bell system," she mumbled over my speaker phone. "There is power, but the bill has been the same for years. It's paid out of Simon Parker's office...every month...on time."
"Which means no one has turned even a light bulb on in this place in like a decade," Mickey concluded with a nod. "I'm going to make one trek around this building...look for the best entrance. I don't want to pick the wrong one and set off an old ass fire alarm or some shit."
"Well, you're lucky, because the surrounding warehouses are abandoned and up for auction next month," Alice stated. "That will give you an extra few minutes to get in, and then out again if you do happen to set something off. I could kill the grid, if you want..."
"No, Alice," Edward said, stopping her. "Not necessary. I can't imagine this will take long. Tell me where the office is, while Mick does a prelim check." He turned to Mickey. "Radio open," he commanded, and we all tucked an earpiece in.
With that said, Mickey left the car, closing the back door behind her.