Hell, yes, he was asleep, he was having a nightmare. He laid down and rolled over. Suddenly he was wide awake.
The house was dark, Mike Ritter saw. Good. The boss wanted some blueprints, or plans, out of that house. Fifty bucks for them. They must be important if the boss was willing to pay that much for them. Well, his job was to get them.
He slipped through the darkness toward the house. Over to the right, at a distance of about three hundred yards, there was a lot of lights. He stopped to stare. A building of some kind was going up. Trucks were coming up a lane, dumping gravel and cement. Under the lights men were pouring concrete until hell wouldn't have it.
"What's the hurry?" Mike wondered.
Well, it wasn't his affair. His job was to get into that house. He turned. The beam from a flashlight struck him in the face.
"Buddy," a voice growled at him. "You better get out of here a damned sight faster than you got in."
Mike blinked. The boss hadn't said anything about guards. What the hell....
"Get going. And don't come back. Or is it a poke in the snoot you'll be wanting now?"
Mike got going. This would require some careful planning.