We make it out the bottom floor emergency exit of the hotel facility just as the fire trucks are rounding the corner onto the parking lot.
“Head for the Jeep,” I say. “Before they box us in.”
We don’t walk to the Jeep. We run. Edge and Rob set the cooler onto the back seat, while Sarah tosses the shovels into the front passenger side seat-well. She gets in the back along with Edge, while Rob takes his place behind the wheel. I jump into the shotgun seat while he fires her up.
“Go,” I press. “Go, go!”
He’s pulling across the lot, just as Detective Mendel and Sgt. Dernitz come running back out of the hotel. Two very pissed off cops giving chase.
