"Wait. Wait. Wait."Vince's hammer froze half a second above Pan's open hand. The metal hung there, close enough that Pan could feel the cold radiating from it.Vince started grinning like he had won a bet. Ellis copied him a beat later.These two were not hardened thieves. They had walked into a rich man's house with a hammer because Clara asked, and they would have crushed a servant's hand if it made her look at them twice."Now you have come to your senses," Vince said. "Tell me the code."Pan's throat was dry. The rope had rubbed his wrists raw and he could still feel the wood under his palm."I don't have it. Gregory changes the locker codes every week. He was supposed to give me this week's number in the morning and he never did."Vince's grin died. The hammer went up again."Liar!""I can give you something better than a code," Pan said. "Put that down and listen."Vince actually paused. He glanced at Clara. Ellis glanced at Clara. The whole room waited on her, which told Pan e