The moment I switched on the light, Dante froze completely. His hands were still inside the open safe, and a stack of cash was halfway pulled out like he had been caught in the middle of something he couldn’t finish.
“Dante?” I called his name, my voice calm but firm.
He turned slowly toward me, his eyes widening in shock as recognition hit him. “Mattew?” he blurted out, then straightened quickly as if that would fix the situation. “Damn… what are you doing here?”
I stepped closer without rushing. “I should be the one asking you that question.”
Dante let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his head like he already knew there was no way out of this. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
I crossed my arms and held my ground. “Don’t even try to talk your way out of this.”
He exhal
