Bryn looked at him. “Now what?”
Jake tapped a spot on the map. “Let’s check out this warehouse.”
Through the windshield of the van, Phoebe, sitting in the back, caught the occasional glimpse of warehouses. From the passenger seat, Stern kept his gun pointed at her. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t blinked. The van passed through warehouse doors, then stopped so abruptly, if she hadn’t been seated, she’d have taken a nasty tumble.
Without a seat belt, Stern wasn’t so lucky. He slammed into the dash, the gun flying out of his hand. Before he could recover, the van’s driver had pulled an Uzi from under the seat and pointed it at him. The second shooter, also holding an Uzi opened the rear doors.
Stern played it cool.
“Farley?” he said.
Phoebe was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end
