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The kitchen was almost sad. A set of four for everything but only one cup, one glass, one plate, and one set of silver in the drying rack.
Isaiah Voss lived alone.
A computer in his office was set for a fingerprint to unlock it. Useful. I would have to take care of that later. I limited the search after that for weapons and internal surveillance.
He had one, but like his security system, it wasn’t engaged. It wasn’t even plugged in. No gun safe. Probably island laws.
Satisfied, I returned to the kitchen and studied the layout then to the master bathroom. No external windows, it was also on the interior of the house.
Better for sound.
A check of my watch showed only twenty minutes had elapsed since I let myself in. It would take time to get the bathroom ready. I cleared out the towels and the toiletries, anything not bolted down.
I had everything I needed in the bag: heavy cling wrap to cover the drains, the floor, the walls. It took a little effort and painters tape to secure it. By the time I finished, there wasn’t an uncovered surface in the room.
A chair from the dining room would have to do. I covered it in a similar cling wrap, making sure to triple up over the legs and feet. Give the fluid nowhere to go.
Done, I set out my tools, including the heavy duct tape and guitar wire. Most people worried about getting weapons. While I just went to the hardware store.
Creative places.
At the one-hour mark, I was ready. I returned to the kitchen, filled a glass with water and took a long drink. I didn’t want to hydrate too much. This was going to be a long day and I didn’t want too many breaks.
Thankfully, there was a bathroom right off the living room so I could relieve myself. Afterwards, I pulled on my work jumpsuit over my clothes and sealed it up before the booties went over my shoes.
Now, I just had to wait.
Voss was another thirty minutes. Almost two hours for his run—or maybe he paused somewhere for coffee and a newspaper. I really didn’t care. The key in the lock alerted me to his arrival.
Once inside, he turned the deadbolt but still didn’t engage the security system.
What. An. Idiot.
Convenient for me, however. The smell of sweat rolled off of him. His hair was wet and his shirt soaked. Well, there would be other unpleasant smells soon enough. He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss; the sound of the music he was listening to was almost tinny in the silence.
I followed in his shadow after he stripped off his shoes and headed for the bedroom. It wasn’t until he reached the bathroom that he stopped suddenly.
“What the—”
Not giving him the chance to finish the thought, I had him in a chokehold. He came to life, trying to fight. He dug his fingers at my arm and tried to throw himself backward. I was ready for his defense. Not that he had much time. Properly applied pressure to the carotid knocked a person out in eight seconds. The shift to adjust made mine take ten seconds.
It didn’t matter.
He dropped.
Not wasting time, I stripped him down to his briefs and ignored the speedo quality and color. Lifting him into the chair, I went to work binding his arms and legs. Duct tape worked very nicely, even on his sweaty skin.
Once he was fully secure, I checked his phone and then his wallet. He had facial recognition turned on so it gave me full access. Oh and look, even his watch let me through his security.
Lazy.
Lazy.
This used to be harder.
While I waited for him to wake up, I skimmed his emails and my eyes narrowed when I came to one name.
The doctor.
