Moose glances over. “Trip never ceases to amaze me. How the heck did he do that? Did he break into the police system?”
I laugh but continue to read. “Nothing that cool. He knows a guy there who owed him a favor.”
“Huh. Why did he do it?”
I continue to read. “He wanted to verify it really was Marco. Trip’s working on a case for some of the guys in Seattle at Morgan Thompson Security that Marco is wanted for.”
“The guy gets around.”
“And he confirmed it is him. Marco also had a passport on him with the name Tom Smith.”
“Huh,” Moose says.
“What?”
“He shouldn’t have gotten through customs, even with a fake passport.”
“You’re right. Facial recognition. Well, that’s the FBI’s problem now. We need to find Savvy.”
“Ready to hit the next block?” Moose asks.
I stare down the road. “No. We need to go back to the church.”
“You think she’s hiding around there?”
She called and left a message that she’d be at that church. Maybe she found another way in. “I do.”
We drive back. There are only a couple of cars in thelot. I pull on the door, but it’s locked. Of course, it’s late. But hopefully someone is in there. I bang on the door.
It opens, and a man pops his head out. “Can I help you?”
“We are looking for the missing woman.”
“Oh yes, terrible situation.”
“And I think she might have found a way inside the church and is hiding,” I say.
“I highly doubt that, but we can certainly look.” He opens the doors, and we step inside.
“In this direction is the chapel.” He points to our left. “And in this direction there are classrooms and downstairs are offices.” He points to our right.
“Thank you,” I say as Moose and I go right.
Moose goes into every classroom on the right, and I go in each one on the left. By the time we get to the stairwell at the end of the hallway, I’m discouraged. No sign of her.
“Downstairs makes more sense,” Moose says. “She’s trying not to be seen.”
I hope he’s right.
Down the stairs is a hallway with doors on each side. We try them, but most are locked. The few that weren’t were empty rooms.
“Savvy!” I call out, hoping she answers me. “Savvy! Where are you?”
“Hunter!”
A doorknob rattles, and then the door opens. Savvy runs out into the hallway. I go to her and hug her tightly.
She’s alive. Thank God, she’s alive.
