Page 4 of Remote Access

"No," Quincy said. “Probably just a glitch because everything's been quiet. I'm going to take another pass around the house, then figure out what's wrong with the video."

"Call me back as soon as you do."

Quincy threw on a pair of black sweats and grabbed his gun. A reflection of the moon sparkled on the surface of the pool as he quickly skirted it and quietly let himself into the back of the house. He made his way slowly through the overly decorated rooms, his bare feet making no sound on the hardwood.

He started to believe nobody had broken through the fantastic security system after all because all the rooms were empty. Then he heard a muffled noise from somewhere past the master bedroom. Had to be the bathroom or closet. He slowed his steps, listening as he padded closer. Light showed from the attached bathroom.

A black-garbed person walked into view and Quincy ducked back behind the bathroom door. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or woman. But from the short height and slim form, he was thinking a woman…or a teenager. He held the gun to his side as they hurried back into the closet. Quincy crept forward, halting between each step, ready in case they came back out. When he reached the open door, he glanced inside to see part of the wall shelf had been pushed aside to reveal…another door.

How would a fucking thief know about that when he hadn't?

Every hair on his body stood on end.

This could be it. The break they’d needed for over a year.

He watched long enough to see the person wasn't armed. The slim body moved gracefully as boxes were pulled from shelves and lined up side by side. Once they had all been set to his apparent specification, the man stopped and turned his face, so Quincy got a good look at his profile. Because it was most definitely ahe.

The faint arousal he'd felt after watching the nimble movements made sense now.

A rush of hope and adrenaline raced through him. Intrigued, he gave up trying to hide and leaned against the door jamb.

Still, the man didn't notice him. He stood on his toes to check the shelf, the whole time muttering under his breath about dinosaurs and paper files. He had a slim, perfect ass that kept drawing Quincy's gaze. When he realized he was lusting after a criminal, he straightened and brought up the gun, then cleared his throat.

"Fuck!" the guy yelled, shock making him stumble as he turned around.

He was met with big gray eyes, a slim face with high cheekbones, and intriguing, full lips on a mouth that currently hung open in shock. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks. Those eyes dropped to the gun and the guy froze.

"Looking for something specific?" Quincy asked.

"Who are you? How are you here?"

He studied the face. Not a teen, but not too far into his twenties either. He was ten or more years younger than Quincy. "I'm the man who is about to call the police to put your ass into jail, so how about you answer my questions first?"

He held up his hands. "I'm not robbing the place. Promise. I just need to look through some files, okay?"

Quincy couldn't stop the laugh that jumped from his throat. "Really? You think that's going to work? I'll just stand aside and let you go through my employer's things?"

The guy snarled and narrowed his eyes. "Do you know your employer is evil incarnate?"

He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Shit. He did. The year-old knot in his belly began to loosen as his gut instincts kicked into overdrive. Maybe, just maybe…this kid knew something useful. He stared for several long moments, then decided to take a risk. "I won’t call if I like what you have to say. So talk to me."

Utter surprise caused that sexy mouth to fall open again.

"Yeah, I know," Quincy said with a laugh. "That's the last thing you expected to hear, but I'm bored and you're pretty cute, so tell me something interesting. Start with what kind of thief are you?"

"What kind?" That gray gaze grew calculating.

Quincy had given the kid an 'in' with the cute remark on purpose. No sense in not playing for all he could get. Plus, he was picking up absolutely no physical threat from this guy. And Quincy really did need everything he could find on the man and this room looked like the jackpot. This kid had led him right to it. The fact he was absolutely adorable in the gray hat may have helped. "Yeah, what kind of thief wears a fedora?"

"The kind who didn't expect to get caught?" He casually slid his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. "Who are you and what are you doing in Hayrick's house?"

"I believe that's my question."

"He's not gay."

Quincy blinked at the sudden change of subject. "And that applies to this situation how?"

He shrugged and waved his hand over Quincy, his gaze roaming. "Gorgeous half-naked man wandering around his house barefoot."

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