CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
By the time they returned to the unit, the Seattle police were in pursuit of the black Ford pickup truck. This time, Mackenzie went past the main office and the parking lot, straight for the paved aisle between the storage sheds. She checked her rearview and saw Roy, the owner, come rushing out of the office after them.
Mackenzie parked the car halfway down the aisle and got out. Ellington joined her, taking out the key ring Roy had given them earlier. Mackenzie wondered if that was the source of his irritation—that they quickly left the property with all of his spare keys.
“What the hell happened?” Roy asked as he met up with them. He was red in the face with worry and anger. Part of Mackenzie almost hoped he’d say something out of line so she could set him straigh
