"$500 to rifle through someone's underwear drawer?"
They were standing outside of the warehouse having a smoke break. It was the night shift and Hagen had been propositioned to sneak into a house to find a book.
"It's in there - I know it. I need that book."
Hagen took a drag off a cigarette. "What's in the book?"
Trace, the nightly security guard, always came off a little creepy. Now, Hagen knew why.
"That-that is not your business..." Trace started to wring his hands and his face twisted into a sneer as he looked over his shoulder for anyone else nearby.
"It's my business if I'm breaking and entering!" Hagen's voice raised a bit, which caused panic to appear on Trace's face. He dropped his cigarette and rubbed out the last ember with his heel.
As Hagen opened the door of back exit to get back to work, Trace's words stopped him. "What's in that book will be worth both of our time."
Hagen stopped and turned. "Explain in to me."
Two Days Later
Terese woke up. It was five in the morning and the early morning sun was just peaking through her window. She had the strangest dream last night of someone being in the room with her, but...
From her bed she could see something was amiss. Across from where she lay at night, her antique dresser stood stoic by the bedroom door. The second drawer - the one where she kept it - was slightly open. Enough for her to realize, someone had been there. And she didn't even have to look to see that it would be gone.
She reached down and grabbed her purse beside her bed. Calmly, she dialed the number - the one to use only in emergencies.
"It's gone. The book is gone. Someone stole it." Her voice shook as she said the next line. "All the secrets...the codes...someone else has them."
The next night...
"I got your book." Hagen pulled the beaten up leather bound journal out of his coat. He handed it to the security guard who had waited for his smoke break to claim his prize.
"I still don't know how that book will make us rich." Hagen said, taking a drag.
Hagen eyeballed Trace as he examined the book like greedy animal and its prey.
"The secrets the worlds most hidden treasures are in this book." He shook the journal at Hagen. "Answers. They're all in-"
A large hooded figure jumped out from behind the large trash bin and hit Trace over the head. The blow sent him crumbling to the ground without a word. Hagen didn't flinch and pulled out his cell.
"I got it back. We need to figure out how he found it. And tell Terese to find a better hiding spot." After hanging up, Hagen handed $500 in cash to the figure and went back inside to finish his shift.