"Am I?" the man postured.
"We've got two guys outside," Cade said, continuing with the ruse. "They have instructions to take you out through the window if we take too long."
Wilson scoffed. "There's only two windows, and I'm looking at one of them."
Knowing they had him now, Cade purposefully flicked his eyes to the window diagonally behind Wilson, who hesitated before curiosity got the better of him. When he swiveled his head in that direction, it gave Cade the clearance he needed.
He fired.
The bullet entered Wilson's temple, and he crumpled to the floor, fast and hard.
The redhead stood motionless, taking a moment to register that his captor was dead.
Cade tucked his gun back into his holster and cursed.
Dead men don't talk.
Fuck.
He ran a hand through his hair, then faced the red-haired man. His golden-brown eyes brimmed with fear, and his hair stood up at odd angles, probably from the discarded balaclava at his feet. He was cute, with full pink lips and a light smattering of freckles across his cheeks. He looked innocent, attractive.
Fuckable.
Cade dragged his gaze from the man's pretty face and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he rasped.
"We need to get out of here. There's a cleaner coming soon."
The intruder stood frozen, his eyes still wide, probably in shock.
"Did you hear me? We need to leave. Now."
Cade's stern voice seemed to get through to the redhead, but he still eyed him suspiciously as he leaned down to pick up his balaclava and a laptop from the coffee table.
The thief's voice was shaky when he said, "Who are you?"
Cade ignored the question and jerked his head toward the computer, "Is that Wilson's?"
"Yeah," he answered, holding the machine protectively.
"Is it on?"
"No."
"Leave it off, or it can be traced. Did you find anything else useful? A portable hard drive or flash drives?"
The man's chin notched up again, but he didn't answer.
"Did you or did you not find anything else?" Cade barked.
"No! I searched his whole office. This is all."
"Okay, let's get out of here."
"What?"
"Come with me."
