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He heard the engine die.
Tate didn’t think twice, just scooped up everything in the small niche and stuffed the zip drives and address book into his pocket as he heard a car door slam, then a faint voice, from outside, as if someone was talking on a phone, but close to the door.
Shit.
He didn’t want to get caught.
No doubt if the police found anything disturbed they would start looking at security footage for this building and the surrounding businesses and street cams, but it was a risk he felt compelled to take.
Yes, he’d crossed a moral, ethical and legal line, but he wasn’t backing down.
He heard keys rattling in a lock, probably the front door.
With a creak, the door opened.
Crap!
Quickly, he closed the office door and slipped to the window, opened the sash, took out the screen and slid to the ground. Reaching up, he pulled the window down. It slid and landed with a soft thud. He left the screen in the frozen bushes and then, moving stealthily, leaving footprints he hoped the falling snow would cover, he cut through back alleys and side streets to the neighborhood where he’d parked his SUV. Once inside, he pulled off his gloves, started the engine and used the wipers to swipe the glass clean of the layer of snow that had collected.
Pulling away from the curb, he knew it was probably only a matter of time before the authorities were on to him and figured out that he’d broken into Margrove’s office, so he’d have to work fast, taking pictures of the notations in the attorney’s address book and downloading whatever information he could find on the zip drives, then possibly returning the stolen items—if he could pull it off.
Slowing for a red light, he thought about Margrove’s locked file cabinets and wished he’d had time to go through them.
Perhaps another day, he thought as the light changed and he stepped on the gas.
He’d broken enough laws for one day.
