CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Reid pushed open the back door of the SUV before it came to a complete stop outside the Marseille-Saint Charles railway station. The four agents and Dr. Barnard clambered out and hurried up the white stairs to the entrance.
This is it. Reid was certain of it. End of the line. We find the virus, we put an end to this crisis.
“Minot is twenty-three years old, five-foot-four, with bright red hair,” Reid said as they climbed the steps. “Let’s split up and find her. Watson and I will take the south side of the station—”
“I’ll go with you,” Carver volunteered.
Reid nodded. “All right, Carver and I take the south, Watson and Maria, you take the north end. Barnard, you come with us.”
They pushed through the doors of the station to find it eerily empty and silent. With the
