“Check the bedrooms and the bath!” a man barks from out in the hallway directly below us. “No way they escaped the house. Check the closets. And be careful. They are armed and dangerous.”
Armed and dangerous . . . How is that even possible?
But then I recall the drone we blew out of the air and I realize, he’s right. We are armed and dangerous, even if our one single piece of useable weaponry is currently stored in the Jeep.
“Bolt number two is a go,” Tony says.
Again, he hands me the typewriter while he loosens the bolt with his index finger and thumb. When it’s free he tosses it to the floor, then takes the typewriter back. He starts pounding against bolt number three.
“There’s no one up here, Captain Tyrel!” barks one of the Everest Police. “We’ve checked everywhere.”
Captain Tyre
