Ken examined the man who had managed to make his way through the yard and into the house, despite their superior security. He looked to be in his late twenties, with longish brown hair and interesting gray eyes. At the moment, the guy was worried, with good reason. He had no idea what he was dealing with.
Jonah asked, “Do you mind giving us your name? I promise I have no intention of turning you over to the police, although I’m quite certain a lot of them across the country would like to get their hands on you.”
“Why?”
“I think you know.”
With a sigh, he said, “I do.” After a pause he added, “I’m Sean Miller.”
“That’s your real name?”
Sean lifted a shoulder. “I have the feeling if I gave you one of my many aliases you’d find out in a hurry I was lying. What I want to know is, how the
