Whitfield's listed address turned out to be a gated military housing complex on the edge of the city, the kind of place that used to have guards checking ID at the entrance and now just had an empty booth with the gate frozen half-open.
Reyes drove past it once, slow, checking for movement before circling back. "No guards. No lights in most of the units either."
"Everybody evacuated when the outbreak hit this district," Priya said, checking her laptop against the address. "Question is whether Whitfield evacuated with them or stayed put thinking rank would protect him."
"Only one way to find out," Marcus said.
They left the truck two blocks out and approached on foot, Osei's radio crackling low with updates from her people watching the perimeter. Elena stayed back at a rally point with
