He had no wish to give this further consideration and so stalked through the house until he had reached the living room and the sliding doors he had used to gain entry. Wade was no idiot. He knew that walking out there with the cops on his tail was likely to be the last thing he ever did, at least as a free man. But he couldn’t stay here either. Not while there was someone hiding in the house who knew him, knew what he was and what he had done, someone who was having just the grandest time tormenting him with sideshow trickery. It all felt a little bit too predestined for his taste. No. He was going, and he would just have to be careful once he crossed the threshold. He did not want to think about Cartwright and the money, and what it meant for his chances of a future. All that mattered now was getting gone. Resolute, he stayed down and moved in a crouch to the curtains, parted them with a finger and felt his breath catch in his throat. There were two cops in the yard, and they were heading toward the house, guns drawn.
