“Plate?" Detective Alvarez barked, already jogging for the loading dock.
“I didn't see it," Jayden shot back, phone white-knuckled in his hand. “No plates—black van—Transit or Ram—"
“Which way?" an officer demanded.
“South alley, left at the service road," a waiter squeaked, still clutching a tray. “I heard the turn—"
“Units to South and Pine," Alvarez said into his radio. “Block eastbound. Do not engage unless they stop."
Rosalind clung to Jayden's sleeve. “Jay, I can't breathe—my heart—"
“Sit." He peeled her off without looking. “Get water."
“I'm dizzy," she whispered louder, swaying toward the nearest camera. “Please."
“Ma'am," a paramedic said, instantly there with a cuff, “let's check you in a quiet corner—"
Alvarez caught Jayden's shoulder. “You promised a wire. Do it."
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