Duke parked illegally around the corner, leaving the siren in place to stave off any potential protests, and scanned the area. The streets were already starting to fill with people on their way to work, heads down, focusing inward. There was no sign of Scott or Horan, but Finch’s last message, terse and anxious, had indicated they’d gone inside.
As much as he’d hated making the call, Duke told Finch to wait to enter. Scott hadn’t appeared to be under duress, and the only item in either man’s hand was a laptop case. Duke was praying that any immediate danger would happen elsewhere.
His phone vibrated against his hip when he rounded the corner. Duke paused and tapped the connection on his earpiece, frowning as he looked around for Finch. “Do not tell me you went inside,” he said through gr
