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There’s a loud clunk through the speaker. “Finally,” First Man grunts and pushes the door open. “And don’t be a dumbass, he’s obviously split town. We’re just here looking for clues.”
Second Man gestures across the street where—to my horror—the other two men have already busted down my front door.
An indignant sound leaves my lips, and Hans moves his hand from the back of the chair to my shoulder.
The audacity.
Fuming, I move my gaze back to the first monitor just in time to see these two assholes enter Hans’s house.
Hans taps a few more keys, and some of the outdoor cameras are replaced with views inside the house.
“What are we gonna do?” I whisper.
Hans taps more keys, and the audio switches to inside the house as well.
Guess we’re going to stay and watch.
My pulse jumps up a beat. “Do you have any cameras in my house?” I ask, hoping he does so I can see what the men are doing over there.
The hand on my shoulder squeezes. “No, sorry.”
I sigh, fully aware that should be a good thing. Then another thought occurs to me. “Do you have cameras in your garage?”
“No, sorry.” Another squeeze as Hans repeats the same apology. Both of us bummed we don’t have a recording of the first time we had sex.
Focus, Cassie.
We watch on the monitors as the men inside Hans’s house do a quick walk-through, checking every room.
When I see Second Man, the one who circled the house, head to the basement, I tense.
But Hans doesn’t change his stance. He doesn’t reach for a gun or turn out the lights.
Of course Hans was correct to not panic. The man peeks into the corners of the empty basement before turning and jogging back up the stairs.
“Not so much as a box down there,” Second Man shouts across the house as he stands in the living room. “This can’t be his full-time house.”
That comment makes me feel a little sad because thisisHans’s full-time house. Or has been for a while, at least.
From what Hans told me, up until very recently, he had both the good guys and the bad guys after him. Everyone either fearing him or hating him. So it’s no wonder he hasn’t felt comfortable enough to settle down and make a house a home.
I lean toward his warmth.
And now, as we watch them pull out drawers and dig through every inch of his place, it’s clear this won’t be his house anymore. Even if he kills the main bad dude, this location has been revealed. Hans said it himself; he has lots of enemies. He’ll never just be able to live in a cozy neighborhood like this and not always be looking over his shoulder.
Second Man snickers as he reaches for the sword mounted on the wall above Hans’s couch. “Don’t mind if I do.”
It takes him a second to get it down, but as soon as he does, he starts swinging it around like an idiot.
On another screen, First Man is digging through Hans’s bedroom. When he moves toward the nightstand, Hans straightens beside me.
The man pulls open the drawer and bends over it, digging around the contents.
Second Man’s voice sounds from a different part of the house. “I’m gonna check the garage.”
“Okay,” First Man calls back. Then he mutters, “What the fuck is this?”
He straightens, and a stack of yellow Post-it notes is in his hand.
