In the manager’s large, organized office, Gibson and I sat in front of his desk while Jack stood near the door.
“Mr. Dougray, we have a bit of a mystery on our hands. Two of our fallen officers left this key behind, and we need your help finding out what it unlocks.”
“May I?” He held out his hand.
I handed him the key. We’d already photographed it from every angle and dusted it for prints, so we weren’t concerned about him touching it without gloves.
“It could be a safety deposit key, but it doesn’t look like one of ours.”
“Have you changed your keys in the last twenty-five years?”
Dougray shook his head. “No, we haven’t.”
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Dougray.”
“You’re welcome. I just wish I could’ve been more help.”
As we exited the bank, Jay’s voice cracked over the comms. “You have company. Two men at your three o’clock.”
I turned my head and looked up, like I was reading the sign above their heads.
When I turned back, I said, “I can’t see their faces.”
“We snapped pictures and sent them to Doug and Cate.”
“Good work.”
Jay and AJ scoffed.
“Condescending much?” Jack asked.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Sorry, Cuz, I’m just used to you acting like a condescending ass,” Jay said with a laugh.
He wasn’t wrong.
“Do you recognize them?” Jack asked.
“No.”
“That makes seven,” G said.
Only an idiot or a fool wouldn’t worry that our identified bad guy had an army of mercenaries at his beck and call.
I was neither.
“Let’s walk to the next location and see if they come out of the shadows.”
“We got you covered.”
Knowing Jay was a Marine Raider sniper and AJ was an Army weapons specialist helped me feel better, despite the neon target on my back.
Jay and AJ kept us updated as the two men followed us.
“Do you think they know what we’ll find?” Jack asked.
“No.” G and I answered together.
