CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Strickland switched off the headlights and parked the unmarked car a half a block away and across the street from the Third Street Garage. He cut the engine and sat there for a few minutes, watching the dark building. The layout was as he remembered it; beige, one story, with a flat rooftop, three garage bays, and an adjoined office. Behind the garage bays, he knew, was a small apartment, attached but only accessible from the outside. Judging by the fact that there were no lights on, he guessed that would be the best place to find the mechanic.
He wasn’t happy about being used for this glorified errand. He wished he’d been sent to Europe—the notion that Fisher and his team would find and apprehend Zero was laughable—but he also knew that Maria had a soft spot for him.
