Huffing, he shook his head. "Why do you think I have one? No, wait...let me guess. You think I shot the two guards and stole the money?"
When her face turned red, anger shot through him. He pulled the handbag next to her and opened it up. "Tell me, Miss Bastian, if I had taken the money, why isn't it in this bag? Since the guards are unconscious, wouldn't a thief have the evidence by now?"
She frowned as her eyes grew misty. "Ashton, I—I—"
"Don't say it," he snapped. "Let's just go over there and see why those imbeciles are not awake." He moved past her and toward the guards, running his gaze over them from the top of their head to their boots. There wasn't a spot of blood on them. Obviously, they hadn't been shot.
"Look," Nicole pointed to the two cups on the floor beside the chairs,
