You don’t want arterial spray all over your antiques.” “One neat shot between the eyes. Surprisingly little mess,” he said almost pleasantly. “Do sit down. And take off the earrings.” Cain indicated the chair she stood on. She lowered herself cautiously into a sitting position, coiled up like a cat, wary. Unclipping the diamonds with some regret, Riley placed them on top of the rosewood chest with a pang. “Why aren’t you dialing 911? Pressing your alarm code for emergency services?” “Two reasons. One, I have nothing to fear from you. Cat burglars succeed with stealth, not use of force, and even if you were armed, I’m far more lethal than you could imagine. Second reason: I may have a use for you yet. If not, I’ll just kill you, tip the body off the balcony, and say you broke in and died in the struggle. I’ll be a hero.” “You have a use for me?
