“Local police are an hour away but heading to the point of last contact now.” Andy updated Ben as they took stairs two at a time. “Weather conditions are deteriorating with the risk of a storm.”
They burst through a fire door onto the roof of the police station. A helicopter approached to land.
Both men carried rifles and wore protective gear. The noise from the helicopter stopped them talking.
A few minutes later, they were above the city skyline. The Yarra River snaked below, with Port Phillip Bay to their right.
“How long?” Ben addressed the pilot through headphones.
“Depends on the weather ahead. I’ll let you know.”
“We’ll get to her, Ben.” Andy checked his rifle.
Ben had to believe him. Treat this like a job, track down the bad guy and keep a family safe.
He pulled a tablet fr
