The man laughed softly.
“You always were smart.”
The call disconnected.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then the vault erupted.
Wolf headed for the stairs.
Trigger called the airfield.
Collins relayed everything to Spokane police.
Sheriff Tate stood frozen beside the desk.
I grabbed Judy’s coat and held it open.
She slipped her arms into it without looking.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Neither am I.”
She reached for her phone.
Her hands trembled.
I covered them with mine.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“We’re going to get her.”
“What if we’re too late?”
“We’re not.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
I moved closer.
“But I know you.”
Her eyes searched mine.
“You don’t quit.”
“Neither do I.”
Something shifted between us.