“Someone should be there already. At the very least the buyer.” He told her, as he stared at the computer screen. “Does anyone see a sign of someone coming down the road?” He called over the comm. From their vantage point they should be able to see a few miles out.
“Negative.” Barry came back. “Wait,” He came back a few seconds later. “Someone is coming.”
Drew felt his stomach tighten. That feeling of dread wouldn’t leave him. He had that same feeling before his accident. “Everyone stay back until you see proof of hostages.” That’s who they were really after. If Djokovic was there, they would take him too.
“Copy that.” Greg said.
Drew leaned forward, riveted on the screen as a van came down the road. His eyes darted around the different body cameras to see if another vehicle was behind it, but it was just the one vehicle. It parked under the roofed structure and sat idle for several moments.
“Greg, do you have a visual?” Drew asked.
“The driver is just sitting there. No passenger.” Came his response.
“Can anyone see if there are hostages?” Drew’s foot started tapping in anticipation. He hated not being there and have his own set of eyes on things.
“Negative,” Barry responded.
Drew growled in frustration. He hated not knowing.
“Should we engage?” Barry asked.
Drew thought about it for a moment before deciding. “No, hold your positions. Wait until you can see hostages.” He didn’t want to give their positions away if they went in too soon. Theycould spook the driver and then they would be no closer to getting the hostages or capturing who took them.
“Affirmative.” They came back.
“Someone is coming out of the main building.” Jack said. He had a clear shot to the front of the building.
“Can you confirm who it is?” Drew asked. All he could see was a man standing in the doorway looking out at the van while smoking a cigarette.
“It’s Djokovic.”
This was it. “Everyone move in.”
“Wait,” Shay said, her hand gripping his forearm in a death grip.
“We don’t have time.” If she was worried about the bloodshed she should leave. This may be their last chance to get Djokovic and save those hostages.
Shay looked at him earnest. “Drew, I know this is your area of expertise but haven’t you wondered why there?”
More than he cared to admit.
“Don’t you find this a little too convenient?” She pressed. “Middle of nowhere, just two days after Sykes club burned down. You get a tip.”
That feeling in his stomach intensified. Everything about this was screaming it was wrong, but Djokovic was there. They had to act now. The rat would scurry back into his hole if he got away and who knew the next time he’d resurface.
“I need a computer.”
The suddenness of her statement puzzled him. “For what?”
“Just trust me.”
He hesitated only a second but it was enough to see the crushed look in her eyes. “Just a second.” He didn’t know what she could do to help, but right now they needed all the help they could get.
He pulled out his tablet from his room and handed it to her. “What are you doing?” He asked leaning over her shoulder to look at the computer screen. It was a grid sheet of names and address. None of it made sense to him.
“One of the areas of study I learned was property law.”
“Okay,” He said slowly not understanding where she was going with this.
