lifted him off the floor, and pitched him headlong through the open window.

 

He watched as the man fell. Rogers wasn’t sure if Ballard ever awoke to see

death coming right at him.

 

And he didn’t really care.

 

Ballard hit the stone headfirst. The crunch was audible up here.

 

Rogers waited, counting seconds off in his head. Then he heard the running feet

outside.

 

Security guards converged on the mass of bloody flesh at the bottom of the

window.

 

He knew what they would do next.

 

He went into the other room, went back out the window he’d come through, and

closed it completely. Then he made his way down the sheer wall even as lights

inside the house popped on.

 

Passing the third floor, through the open window he saw Davis jump up and throw

a robe on before rushing out into the hall.

 

Rogers’s feet hit stone the moment the door to Ballard’s office was slid open.