They went out through the parking structure at three-nineteen in two vehicles.
Colton drove the first with Francis in the passenger seat and Reyes in the back. Walsh drove the second with Jenna beside him and a man Francis hadn't met until four minutes ago in the back seat.
The man's name was Tanner. He was federal, mid-forties, with the compact build and the careful eyes of someone who had spent years doing fieldwork and had recently transitioned to a role that required more sitting at desks than he found comfortable. Jenna had produced him from a phone call she'd made while Francis was saying goodbye to Emma, a contact inside the federal team staged at the facility's front entrance who had heard what was happening at the rear of the building and had decided on his own authority to make
