door. She swiped her badge and Helen busted through, clearly no longer worried about alerting Amelia to their pursuit.
Just as they stepped out the door at the end of the hall clicked closed.
“Shit.” Mona started running toward it.
“Where does that go?” Helen ran along at her side.
“Outside.” And outside was worse than the damn tunnels.
Mona swiped her badge across the lock.
The light stayed red.
She swiped it across the sensor again.
Still red.
“Why isn’t it working?” Helen grabbed the card and tried it.
Red.
Mona turned to look back down the hall. It was silent. “The only reason would be if they locked the building down.”
“Why would they lock the building down?” Helen’s eyes snapped to Mona’s before she could answer. “Shit.” She shoved at the door. “We’ve got to get this open.”
The exterior doors were solid steel in solid steel frames.
There was no way they were making it budge.
Mona glanced at the keypad.
She punched in one of Pierce’s codes. If nothing else it might alert someone to this spot so they could get help.
Unless whatever led to the building being locked down was bad enough no one was paying attention to anything else.
The light flashed red.
Mona tried another.
Then another.
Finally she was out of door codes to try.
But she did have the code to his phone.
Mona held her breath as her finger moved over the buttons.
The light turned green.
She winced as she shoved the door open and the screaming cold immediately came for them. “He better fucking take me to Hawaii for this.”
****
“IT PISSES ME off just fucking thinking about it.” Brock eyed the townhouse where he and Eva first stayed when she came to Alaska. “Three fucking doors down the whole damn time.”
“Probably not the whole time.” Pierce moved along beside Brock, sticking close to the fence that ran along the back side of the property. “How many damn addresses have we connected to him in all?
“At least ten.” Dutch’s voice came through the piece in his ear.
“There you have it.” Pierce leaned to peek around the edge of the planked privacy wood before moving again, closing in on the back door of the townhouse Intel was able to track Anthony’s vehicle to by scouring the traffic feeds in the minutes after he planted the box at the post office.
“Any movement?” Dutch’s words were tight.
“None at the front.” Zeke and his team were positioned at the front of the building, slowly working their way in as Pierce and his team came in from the opposite direction.
“We’ve got nothing back here.” Brock craned his neck from their most recent stopping point, scanning the back of the large building. “I can’t tell if the lights are on inside or not.”
“All our windows are covered.” Zeke’s words were hushed. “Seems like the one on the second level is a little brighter than the others.”
The car Anthony drove from the post office was still parked in the driveway and there’d been no movement of anyone in or out since he’d walked in through the garage, closing the door behind him.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll have done the hard work for us.” Brock tipped his head and they were moving again, inching their way to the back sliding door.
“Wouldn’t that be a happy discovery?” Abe tucked in tight to Brock’s other side with Tyson right behind him.
The foursome moved again, ducking along as they pushed through the snow, not even trying to hide their tracks.
The plan was for Anthony to know they were there.
“We’re in place.” Zeke’s team was set and ready to breach the front door.
Pierce scanned the last bit they had to cover. It was mid-day which meant many people were at work. “Clear.”
They went quickly as they covered the final stretch. As they came to the backdoor it became obvious someone had been there recently.
“We’ve got prints.” Brock cursed under his breath.
“They might not be his.” Pierce scanned the multitude of prints in the snow for any sign they might have come from GHOST or possibly the local police. “We are most likely not the only people looking for him.”
The four of them kept moving. Taking the time to inspect the prints wasn’t an option until they were sure there wasn’t someone waiting to pick them off from an upstairs window.
They split, two men backing against each side of the sliding door.
“Ready.” Pierce held Brock’s gaze as they listened to the sound of Zeke and the four men with him kicking down the front door and making entry before systematically clearing the townhouse.
With every