BRITA RAN TOWARD THE security station and slammed through the door. Dawkins’ pale face wobbled with terror as he looked up from the file he was perusing. “His car! I need his car, now!”
Dawkins flapped his lips and looked down, running a stubby finger down the application in front of him. “Uhhhh....”
“Hurry!”
“It’s here somewhere...”
Brita grabbed the file and scanned it quickly. “It’s a Honda, Alf, Accord, Crosstour. License: two, six, niner, Gamma, Alpha, Beta.”
“On my way!”
Brick took the call from Alf and signaled to his guys. “He’s in the lot. We need to find the car before he leaves.”
Brick’s guys jumped into Brick’s car, heading toward the exit.
Alastair took off on foot, running down the nearest aisle while scanning license plates and models. Around him, cars were pulling o
