“Oh my god,” Hannah Armstrong said to her twin brother, Noah, “they’re at it again.”
“Hey, there are innocent children in the room,” Noah said.
Their parents, Maverick and Cleo broke apart, slightly embarrassed. “I thought you two were outside,” Cleo laughed.
“We were, but I needed a snack,” Noah told her as he headed for the kitchen.
“You just ate an hour ago,” Cleo said.
“I’m a growing boy. What can I say?”
“He’s going to eat us out of house and home,” Maverick chuckled. He looked lovingly at his wife. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a beached whale.”
He placed his hands gently on her stomach. “Stop giving your mother a hard time,” he told the baby.
“Ouch!” Cleo said, clutching her side. “I don’t think she agrees with you.”
“You know, I’ve never seen you look more beautiful,” he whispered to his wife.”
“Get a room,” Noah muttered as he walked past them with a bowl of chips. “Oh, wait, that’s how you got in that condition in the first place. Never mind.”
Everyone laughed as Maverick’s phone rang. He stepped away to answer the call. “Armstrong.”
“Someone broke into the Strangerville lab last night,” John Ducounte, his boss, said.
“That’s not good.”
“Normally, I would agree with you, except…”
“Nothing was taken,” John admitted. “Two people dressed in black scaled the fence, broke into the building, then came back out about thirty minutes later. One of them handed a video camera to the other person. Then they scaled the fence and left.”
“Do we know who it was?”
“Yes, and you won’t believe it when I tell you. It was Nancy and Malcolm Landgraab.”
“That’s crazy! What would they want at the Strangerville Lab?”
“Go ask them. That’s why you get paid the big bucks,” John said before hanging up.
Maverick put his phone back in his pocket. What would a minor crime boss from the lab?