I touched my fingers to my bare throat. “I don’t have one.”
Clarke glanced at me. The intense stare seemed to go on forever. Finally he glanced away. “Lyn, hook Lany up so he can communicate with the rest of us.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir, Lyn.”
“But you’re in charge until the lieutenant comes back.”
“That still doesn’t make me a sir.”
“Yes, sir,” Lyn replied. “I mean Sergeant…sir”
Clarke chuckled as he shook his head. “Stay frosty, people. We don’t know who has Sal and Vinnie or how many of them there are. Stay here until you get word from me. Understood?”
I don’t know if anyone else nodded, but I did. I might have been able to wiggle my way onto this rescue unit, but I knew who was in charge. I was just a player in this show.
Watching as Clarke climbed out of the vehicle and walked away was hard. It was also frightening. I didn’t know what we were facing, or who. Someone could conceivably get hurt tonight, or worse.
“The waiting sucks.”
I glanced at Lyn. “The waiting?”
He shrugged. “I’m a computer tech. I might be part of the team, but I don’t really do the stuff the others do. I make sure communications are working properly, scan for blueprints to—” Lyn’s eyes widened right before he grabbed for his bag and pulled out his laptop.
“What?’ I asked because I could practically smell the smoke from the wheels turning in his brain. “What did you figure out?”
“Blueprints,” Lyn said as he started tapping away at the keyboard. “If I can pull up the blueprints and property records on the surrounding buildings, I might be able to narrow down the possible places they are holding Sal and Vinnie.”
“I thought you had Sal pinged on your little tablet there.”
“Essentially, I do, but there’s some interference from all the metal work in the area. I know he’s in the area, but it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where he is. If I can eliminate a few possible locations, it might give a better shot at finding exactly where he is.” Lyn smiled as he glanced up. “It might give us an edge.”
I was all for edges.
“Okay, there are five warehouses near here, most of them industrial businesses of some sort. Two of them are closed according to tax records. And one is a storage facility for excavation equipment.”
“Look at the ones that are closed,” I said. “Who owns them?”
Lyn tapped away for another few minutes. “Okay, one is owned by the bank. It was foreclosed on three years ago and has remained empty ever since then.”
“And the other one?”
Lyn’s fingers flew over the keyboard.
And then they didn’t.
“Lyn?”
His face was nearly ashen white when he looked up. “It’s owned by Carlos Gambino.”
Chapter Fifteen
Salvador
Freddie was freaking, Jeremy was screeching, and my ears were ringing. Not from the screeching, but from receiving one too many hits upside the head. I had gotten to the point where I was no longer being quite so sarcastic.
I hurt too damn much.
