“Waaa …?” he asked.
“What are you doing here?”
When he pressed his lips together. Matt kicked him in the ribs, and he let out a yelp.
“You’d better come clean with us if you don’t want worse.”
Elizabeth made a silent suggestion.Maybe we can use the persuasion technique on him.
Matt focused on the man.You don’t want me to hurt you again. You want to tell us what’s going on. You want to tell us who sent you.
The man looked confused as Matt continued to project the message.
“Who sent you?” Elizabeth asked.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? How did you end up in this house?”
“A contact told me the job came from New Orleans. That’s all I know.”
New Orleans!Matt echoed.What about New Orleans,he silently pressed.
“What about New Orleans?” Elizabeth echoed the question.
“Someone down there wants the scoop on you. That’s all I know. I swear.”
Matt gave him another treatment, but he didn’t provide any more information.
I think that’s all he’s got.
She nodded.
“How were you going to get paid?”
“I was supposed to leave a message at a phone number. Then I’d get the money from PayPal.”
Matt snorted. “Criminals are using PayPal?”
The man shrugged.
They left him on the floor and stepped out of the room.
“Hey,” he yelled, you can’t just leave me here.
“Watch us.”
Elizabeth put the baby book into the suitcase along with the clothing she’d selected before they hurried downstairs.
“Better leave the door unlocked so the cops can get in,” he said. “And we should close that window we climbed out of if you don’t want your office to get rained on.”
She shook her head. “The window. I forgot all about it.”
“Me too. Until just now.”
When they were outside, Matt pulled out his cell phone and dialed Detective Harrison. The call went straight to voicemail, which was a relief to Matt.
He left a message saying, “We went to Elizabeth Forester’s house to get some of her clothing, and we were surprised by an intruder. We restrained him, and you can find him in the master bedroom. The front door will be unlocked.”