“Positive.”
Lonnie yanked his car door open and slid inside before answering the security team’s chatter. “I saw the van leave the lot. I’m going after it.”
“Pick us up,” Clint said.
“Back door,” Lonnie said.
It would only be seconds before his earpiece was useless as he went out of range, but as much as he would like to save her on his own, he knew his odds were better with his friends. He pulled up to the door just as Clint and Amy were sprinting out.
Amy was still wearing her heels but had a pair of tennis shoes in her hands. Not that she needed them. He knew she could run a marathon in heels.
Before they had even slammed their doors shut, Lonnie was pulling away from the hotel. He sped in the direction he saw the van take off, but it was unlikely they would find it at this point. They lost too many precious seconds.
Lonnie handed his phone to Clint and told him his password. “Open up the tracking app.”
Clint did as he was told, and a red dot suddenly appeared on the screen. “You put a tracker on her?”
“You bet your ass I did. I couldn’t risk her being taken out from under us. It was a precaution.”
“Does she know it’s there?” Clint asked.
“Of course.”
“Good thinking,” Amy said.
The next several minutes passed in silence except for Clint giving Lonnie directions. When the tracker stopped moving, they closed in, and Lonnie hoped it was because they had stopped and not because they had found the tracker and tossed it.
They drove through the streets, out of town, and to an abandoned warehouse. The van Lonnie had seen at the hotel was nowhere in sight, but there was a garage door off to the side where he suspected they had stashed it.
Lonnie stepped out of his car along with Clint and Amy. They each pulled their guns out of their holsters and moved as a group to the only door in sight. Amy reached forward and tried the handle. The door was unlocked, and she pulled it open only enough to listen for sound. But it was completely silent.
Together, the three of them moved into the building as a unit.
Where are you?
