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Stealthily, I go up the stairs to the ground floor, molding myself to every dark corner to not draw any attention if anyone were to suddenly come out.
Yet as I predicted, the house is eerily quiet.
Going to the next floor, I find it equally as empty.
Yet it's the third floor that stumps me, as I come across at least ten men, their snores a clear indication that they're sleeping. But as I quickly peruse them, noting the way they are dressed as well as the weapons stashed around them, I get an idea who they might be.
Damn Cisco. He is too sly, indeed. He must have rented or bought this house for an added security buffer.
I make to move, but the temptation is too strong. On the tips of my toes, I go to the nearest man and I lower my hand to his belt, slowly withdrawing his gun.
He moves a little in his sleep, but I'm successful in taking the gun from him, which I promptly deposit in my little pouch after I make sure the safety is on.
Back to my plan, I head to the roof of the house. And once there, I simply jump the distance between the brownstones until I reach Cisco's roof.
I locate the trap that leads to the inside of the house and then I'm finally in.
I release a sigh when I find myself in the attic—myattic. Yet there's always a nagging sensation at the back of my head. Itshouldn’thave been this easy to get in. Not with the supposed security Cisco had hired. After all, it's not like I'm an expert in breaking in, and if I can do it, likely people with more nefarious reasons than me can as well.
But I can't dwell on that.
Not when the mission is to get in and out in the least amount of time possible.
I only take a second to get my bearings and respond to some of Raf's texts before I'm ready to move forward.
Exiting our makeshift apartment, I'm extremely vigilant as I assess the hallways before I move.
Though I'm small and fast, I won't stand a chance against the likely tens of burly security men my brother hired.
Yet there's no trace of them.
I walk around the hallway, and I don't spot anyone—not even Greta.
Alarm bells sound in my head. First, I assume that Cisco and Yuyu relocated once more, but the presence of the guards in the other building would disprove that. No, there's something else at play here.
And as I move further into the house, I become more and more paranoid.
Everything is so…easy. It's like I'm walking straight into a trap.
That is further confirmed when the door to the study isnotlocked. I easily push it open and find myself alone in my brother's office.
Too. Freaking. Easy.
No, something is definitely afoot. And no matter how much I'd like nothing more than follow the plan and get access to his records, now I'm doubting the information I find there will even be the correct one.
Pursing my lips, I take out the gun from my pouch, letting my hand rest on the handle while I take a seat at his study and turn on the computer.
At the rate things are going, maybe it would have been simpler to just come in through the front door.
Especially when the computer screen blares to life and I notice it's not password protected.
It's. Not. Password. Protected.
That's it. Something isdefinitelywrong.
Hell, my brother probably has his own thoughts encrypted, and he wouldn't have his computer? Bullshit.
Since I'm here, though, I'm not about to leave empty-handed, so I set about searching for everything I can find on Ortega. Sure enough, there are plenty of entries—all right there for me to access.
