A few minutes later, a box truck pulls up in front of the warehouse. Robert climbs out, followed by a man I’ve never seen.
“Hey guys, this might be it,” I say to wake Durango and Stevens.
“What’s going on?” Stevens asks.
The floor creaks as she and Durango get up.
She’s up, taking photos of the two men before I can answer. Durango is next to me in an instant. We all watch as the two men walk around the side of the warehouse and disappear.
A few minutes later, they both reappear, each carrying one end of a large crate. They load it into the back of the box truck, which we have a full view of at our angle. It’s the only item in it. The driver closes the back as Bob returns to the building.
The man left outside calls someone. Then he climbs into the truck and drives away.
Bob walks back out to the street and heads down the road, out of sight.
“I’ll go get eyes on him,” I say.
I exit the building out the back and walk to the street, staying out of the moonlight. When I reach the corner, I peek around it. Bob is getting into a car. He drives off and doesn’t double back, fortunately.
Now would be a good time to check out that warehouse. I head out to the main road and spot the woman in the coat walking on the opposite side. She passes under a streetlight. Her coat is blue. It’s the same coat from the library video. It’s the informant.
I run across the street toward her. She must hear my footsteps because she takes off. I catch up and grab her arm. She screams as I spin her around. When I remove the hood, it’s me who’s in for a shock.
“Savvy?”
CHAPTER 9
Savvy
My heart is pounding hard as I’m still trying to process that it wasn’t Bob who grabbed me on the street in the dark as I walked past his warehouse. It’s Hunter.
“Hunter? What are you doing here?”
He crosses his arms and stares at me. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Your sister said you were on an assignment.”
The corner of his mouth turns up. “You asked about me?”
“No, of course not. I’ve been staying at her place, and she mentioned you wouldn’t be stopping by because you were out of town.”
“Maria said you left the state,” he says, studying me.
“I did.”
“And why are you here tonight?”
A car drives our way, and I turn to make sure my face ishidden. While I did see Bob leave, he might return at any time.
“You’re the informant,” Hunter says matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“You filled out the FBI form at the library about this warehouse,” he nods to it.
How could he know that? He was still at the hospital when I went to the library.
“Were you discharged and then followed me?” I shake my head. That doesn’t make sense.
