Thorn slapped a magazine into his Browning and worked the slide. "Hampton’s idea, Iris. He seemed to think they were a giggle. O.K., lady and gentlemen, it’s showtime. Hampton and his troopers are going to play tag with death to give us this shot, so let’s make it count." He slid open the van’s doors and glanced approvingly at the overcast night sky. Lovely weather for a burglary .