The alarm hadn't been an early warning system. Pree had suspected as much, of course, and even heard footsteps outside his door during the night. But to hear it confirmed, to know it was potentially linked to someone's death... He eyed the row of bottles behind the bar. There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to help with the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He slid the bottle across the bar toward Dieter, then gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "What happened, sunshine? You mentioned a heist..." How did one go from a heist to fire and ice?