"Okay, gang,' I said, 'according to blueprints, there's an elevator access panel on the east side of the building. We may get a little dirty, but-''I thought we'd just go through the doors,' Liz said, flashing three beautifully engraved invitations and some wonderfully authentic fake IDs.The tickets were $20,000 each. The Secret Service had been vetting the guest list for weeks, so Bex and I stopped beneath a streetlamp and studied Liz.'Do I even want to know where you got those?' I asked.Liz seemed to ponder it, and then she said, 'No."