Chapter Eighty-one

Bridgette sighed in relief as they watched people start to arrive for the auction. Her neck and back were hurting and she could barely feel her butt. They had moved the vehicle around to see the front of the warehouse and watch who was going in and out. After nearly fifteen minutes she turned on the bugs that she had placed in the warehouse. She was sitting in the back of the van that they had arrived in with her laptops set up. 

“Do you really think that we’ll get anything off of these?” Kane asked. 

“You have no idea how sick some of these auctions can be… Especially when they’re hosted by Bernard.” She mumbled. “Oh… well this is odd…”

“What?” Kane asked, looking at the screens. 

“The auction is running late…. So they’re putting on a show… Oh no… I c