Jay
Every second counts.It’s the one thing I know is true when it comes to any kind of kidnapping, and it’s what drives my though process from the second I know Robin’s been taken.
By the time I get down to the basement, with Owen and his team joining me in the elevator on the way down there, I’ve already started to wonder if directly chasing the kidnapper is the fastest way to catch up to them.
“We’ve got a tunnel,” his team confirm from inside the room with the broken-down door.
“Do we know what kind of start they’ve got on us?” I ask Owen, wondering when Robin got in the elevator.
Owen checks his phone. “We’re about thirty minutes behind them.”
He looks at his team of four guards.
They’re standing waiting for his decision.
“Give chase,” he tells them. “Go fast, go hard. Do what you can to make up the difference.”
They nod and get going. He looks at me.
“That tunnel has at least one likely exit point,” he admits. “Warren Corvina built his house as close to the academy as possible, without actually being on the grounds. I’d bet my last dollar it leads to his house, or a spot nearby.”
“How long do you think it takes to walk there from here?” I ask as we start walking back to the elevator.
“An hour at most. More likely forty minutes at a decent walking pace. What are you thinking?”
“I’m trying to work out if we have time to check the cameras that face the road for that detective’s car.”
I hit the button and the doors open.
We get inside and I hit the button for reception.
“I can get someone to check them while we drive out to the house.”
“Good. I don’t want to risk missing it if he intends to transport her.”
“It’s pretty much a guarantee that he’ll be taking her somewhere. He’s got to know we’ll search his house.”
Owen gets his phone out and calls someone.
We’re getting out of the elevator before they pick up.
“Harvey, hey. I need two guards to drive out to Warren Corvina’s house with me. And let Lana know that’s where we’ve gone.”
He hangs up and I follow him out to the parking lot.
The sky is darker than it should be.
Thick gray clouds are hovering above us, threatening rain.
Owen leads me to an S.U.V. and I get in the passenger side.
He gets in the driver’s seat and starts the engine, picking his walkie talkie off his belt, he calls the front gate. “Owen, here. Heading out, now. Harvey's team will be following shortly.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard on the gate comes back.
The gates are open before we get there.
Owen floors it as he turns onto the road.
