He’d already taken care of the one street lamp. His next goal was to disable the security camera pointed at the entrance to the alley. Wyatt shook his head. If a security company had installed this setup, the shop owner had been screwed. No self-respecting criminal would enter from the main street side of the alley. He scaled the dumpster. The top groaned with his weight. Inside the shop, about a dozen dogs started to yap. He quickly disabled the camera in the event a hasty exit that required him to veer into its path was necessary. Barely ten seconds later, he hopped back to the asphalt and headed for the side entrance of his destination. He’d conducted an exterior inspection. There was no security system. Getting the door open was as simple as a few swift maneuvers with his lock pick set. Inside, the scent of disinfectant filled the air. He removed the flashlight from his belt and surveyed the room. Storeroom. Hazmat bags and various cleaners and disinfectants lined the shelves. On the opposite side of the room a door led into a corridor.
