Charlie slipped the jaws of the bolt cutters through the padlock and bore down, satisfied to hear the snap of metal and the chimes of a chain pooling onto the tarmac. He stood back and motioned the other two into the tiny, two-car parking area and approached the back door.
"No!" Jimmy hooked the crowbar around his arm and pulled him away. "I saw Fingal try to get in through there last year. It was... unpleasant. They never found his body"
"Ew!" Charlie made a face. "What then? The window?"
"Aye." Jimmy inserted the crowbar between the frame and the brickwork and with a snap like a pistol shot the whole window toppled out of the wall. "Shoddy, see? The windows are alarmed but the frame isn't." He began to climb through the hole.
"...and the removal of the window affords us an easy entrance. Soon the treasure will be ours for the taking. Jimmy Mulville goes first, his long legs making the jump look like a child's step... Wait! Something's wrong..."
"Den!" Jimmy's voice was a hissed stream of anger. "What the feck are you doing?"
"Making a film about the break in, Jimmy. I thought I'd call it 'Midnight Run' It's streaming live off my website, look." He pulled out his phone and keyed in the website address. Jimmy's face filled the screen, lit perfectly by the appearance of strobing blue lights.