The sun is setting by the time Liam slides into the backyard of Samuel Abram Kyles' home. He climbs up the brick chimney while humming the tune to the stupid song that was on the radio and slides through a half opened window. Once inside he pauses and listens to see if anyone is home. He knows that there shouldn't be anyone. Samuel and his family are practically clockwork, waking and leaving at the exact same time everyday. Before taking the risk of coming to his home, Liam check Samuel's work office. It had no information that would be of value, expect that he keeps every single receipt that he has ever owned inside of his drawers. The only other place that would be helpful to them is his mansion.
His steps are nearly silent on the carpet floor as he peers through each of the rooms. He stole the floor plan yesterday before coming so that he could find a way out if needed, but things are different when you are actually in the house. The door farthest away from the stairs is locked, to which Liam rolls his eyes and quickly picks it.
Inside, he could make out the warm, dusky room that might have once housed a cult. Shutting the door behind him, he turns on the light and allows a smirk to cross his face. The room is tiny and barely has room for a large black chair, a desk, and a brand new computer.
After scoping out the room for possible traps or cameras, he pulls on his thin black gloves and inspects the computer. Of course, it's locked and Liam curses under his breath. This is why they need a hacker. Pursing his lips, he tries to remember what the password to his work computer was. With the smallest of smiles, he types it in and is greeted with the background of a nude porn star. Typical. Rolling his eyes, he pulls out the usb in his pocket and begins to transfer everything to it. The clock at the corner of the screen reads 5:13. Liam only has fifteen minutes before everyone comes home and ten minutes before the maid and the cook arrive. Tapping his finger nervously, he glares at the bar telling him how much has been copied until it finally disappears and he unplugs the usb from the computer. He checks the time once more before shutting it down and cleaning up whatever trace he left behind. He has two minutes before Samuel comes home.
Sliding out of the office, he locks the door behind him and slowly crawls out the window. He could hear the maids vacuuming downstairs which covers up his sharp cry as his fingers slip from the window sill. He falls on the dried grass and before anyone can think to come check what the noise was, he is over the fence and jogging toward his car a few blocks away.
Once there, he pulls out his cell phone and dials the familiar number. "Cass. Get Blake; I think I've got what we need."
