The vault was a concrete cube stacked with lockboxes and pallets of cash. Dante leaned against the door, chest heaving. Blood dripped steadily from his left bicep, darkening his white shirt.
“You’re shot.”
“Graze. Missed the artery.”
He slid down the door to sit on the floor.
“They can’t get in. Vault is rated for C4. We wait for Alessandro’s crew.”
