aware that he had taken far too long to find and move the files he’d been sent to find. The sound of male laughter from beyond the closed door carried to where he crouched beside the desk. Several men, talking freely, were heading in his direction. He doubted his host would believe he’d been looking for a bathroom if he was found in here. Reece stood. There was no time to shut the computer down. He shoved the flash drive in his pocket and surveyed the room. The bank of second-story windows was the only other way out. Not an optimum choice. Still…He ran to the window and peered down. He’d break his fool neck.