She went vertical, punched it. And heard Reo’s “Oh, sweet Baby Jesus.”
As she flew, Eve tagged Roarke.
“Lieutenant.”
“West Side Shuttle Station. I need you to clear me, then Baxter’s vehicle right through the gate for the privates and tag Nadine.”
“Consider it done.”
“We’re kind of busy here, so can you find out what private’s geared up for takeoff to one on the list of locations I gave you this morning?”
“Two minutes on that. Take them down.”
“Can I ask how he can clear you through like that?”
Now she flicked a glance at Reo. “He keeps a couple of privates there.” She muttered the rest. “And he might actually own the station.”
“That would do it.”
“Heat source and monitor still holding at the penthouse location,” Peabody reported.
“We hold there, too. Baxter, when you get through the gate, lock it down, then back us up.”
“They’re a couple blocks behind us now, kid.”
“We want more room than that.”
“How long can this thing stay up here?” Reo wondered.
“As long as I need it to.” Eve hoped.
“You got three blocks now. This is where they’re going, and you’ve got three blocks on them.”
“One more,” Eve murmured, and pushed for it before she dropped down, and answered Roarke’s tag.
“Venezuela, specifically Caracas. The shuttle’s on the tarmac outside hangar 303. It’s a Harper Group shuttle, a JZ 15, tail number Delta-Echo-five-four-nine-one. Would you like me to delay the takeoff?”
“No need, arriving there now. I’ll get back to you.”
She drove into the station, swung toward the private gates, and barely slowed before they opened for her.
“Box them in,” she murmured. “Reo, you keep covered. The driver may, and probably does, serve as a bodyguard. He may be armed.”
“You don’t really think—”
“No chances. There’s the shuttle.”
“Dallas, McNab says the source in the penthouse looks like he’s kicked back and watching some screen. Kicked back anyway.”
“Not for long.”
She drove straight into the hangar, and had the startled pilot running in after them.
The woman wore a formal uniform and moved fast.
“You can’t—” She stopped, frowned at Eve’s badge.
“What’s the problem? I’ve got passengers coming in.”
