Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,38

two police officers and escaped their custody.”

“I haven’t seen Frank at all today.”

“That may be,” he said, “but, if that’s true, it’s only because he hasn’t managed to find you.”

“He knows I don’t want anything to do with him,” he said. “The last time he got me into so much shit that I couldn’t believe it.”

“Well, he’s likely to do it again,” he said, “because, if you look at your bay door number one,” he said, “you’ll see a little Pontiac. That’s the car he arrived in.”

Immediately Dennis walked over, opened up a big bay door, and took a look at the small car sitting there, and the cops all around. He immediately started swearing. “Jesus Christ! That damn kid,” he said.

“He didn’t look like too much of a kid to me,” Greyson snapped. He studied the man in front of him. He had a completely different build than the man he’d pinned to the ground last night.

“Yeah, well, I’m thirty, and he’s twenty-eight. He’ll always be a kid to me,” he snapped.

“He hasn’t left the compound, so where in here can he hide?”

“Everybody has to have an ID badge key card to get in,” he said, bewildered. “He knows that.”

“Yeah, and what did you arrive in?”

Dennis stared at him in shock and then swore again, racing outside, around the corner of the building. Greyson followed him, jumping down from the loading bay in front of the cops, two of them now running behind him. As Dennis got out to another parking lot, he swore even more, stomping his feet. “God dammit to hell. My truck is gone,” he said. He walked to the empty spot and said, “This is my space right here.”

“What kind of truck is it?”

He turned, pulled up his phone, and said, “This is my baby. It’s a blue Ford with lots of grillwork.”

“And how would he have started it?”

“The kid’s been stealing cars since grade school. He knows how to jump-start rigs,” Dennis said. “He could’ve taken any one of these.”

“But he took yours. Why?”

“Why the hell do you think? He’s my brother, so Frank probably thinks I wouldn’t report it stolen because I’d know he’s the one who took it.”

“Security cameras?” he barked, looking up at the side of the building.

“Not here, but in the front, yes.”

A cop immediately said, “We need to access it right now.”

“How else can you get out of here?” Greyson asked Dennis.

“Another gate’s on the far side,” Dennis said, pointing. “It lets you onto a different street.”

“God dammit.” Greyson turned to the cop and said, “I’ll leave you here while I track down Frank.” And, with that, he ran back to his truck. As soon as he got there, the cop who had been leaning against his grandpa’s truck straightened and stood. Greyson gave him an update. “Frank stole a truck and got out on the far side. He’s driving a blue F-150,” he said, as he passed over the license plate number. “It’s his brother’s truck. His brother, Dennis, works here. I’m going after Frank again.”

Without giving the cop a chance to argue, he hopped in and turned on the engine. Looking over at Jessica, he said, “Sorry, but you’re in for another ride.”

“Just don’t kill us,” she said.

“Actually you should probably sit here and wait,” he said. “The cop said that’s your ambulance.” She hesitated, and he shook his head. “No,” he said. “Go. Let’s make sure that your boy is okay.”

Obediently she hopped out and stood nearby, while he peeled out of the parking lot, headed to the back gate, the same place that Frank had taken his current stolen vehicle. Kona stayed with him, more than anxious to stay in the hunt.

Greyson didn’t realize it was a gate until he was almost upon it. It was still partially open. He hopped out, pulled it open, got back in, and took off, while getting his phone out. “Badger, we need Stone again. The asshole took his brother’s truck and went out the back way.”

“Interesting,” Badger said in a calm voice. “I’m patching it through. Just hang on.”

Next thing he knew, Stone was on the line. “He’s driving a blue F-150 with lots of grillwork,” Greyson told Stone, reading the license plate to him. “He’s alone. It’s his brother’s truck, and he’ll be on the run now.”

“We’ll find him,” Stone said. “Is the little boy okay?”

“He’s got some bruising to his temple area,” he said. “It’s quite likely that idiot hit Danny to knock him out. Right