“Do you have one?” Jacques asks, sounding a little skeptical.
“I’ll wing it,” I admit. “I’m thinking we’ll say I was following unsolved cases that were similar to my parents’ death and came across the missing persons reports and they led me to Trent. When I got here, I found the children and Trent escaped.” I look right into Trent’s eyes. “I’m the law now. I’ll decide what to do with him later. You need to get out of here, though. Fast. You have the charm?” I ask Hasan, who pulls his out and puts it around his neck.
Jacques takes the charm he brought for himself but no longer needs and puts it around Trent’s neck.
“It might help us get him out unnoticed,” he suggests.
“Good idea,” I say with a nod. “Do a two-minute sweep of this place and take or destroy anything powerful. Then go. Take the stairs and not the elevator. It might be chaotic down there; I really have no idea if there are a lot of people even in the building right now.”
“You’ll be okay?” Hasan asks, motioning to the guard on the ground.
“Yeah.” I pick up the gun from the floor and flick the safety on. “I think this will be Detective Bisset’s last bust.”
