The men split up, sweeping their lights across the dark interior. Rowan slipped toward a narrow hole in the wall and squeezed through, gravel scraping his jacket. Excited shouts erupted as they discovered the open door to the vault. He didn’t look back. He just ran.
He reached his truck and sped off, heart hammering against his ribs. Whoever those men were, they had arrived too quickly, and now, he had led them to the vault. Someone understood the key’s significance and wanted to keep Rowan from uncovering the truth.