Page 103 of Tempest’s Torment

Sniper comes around the table and looks at the map. "How far from the last camera?"

"Thirty-seven minutes."

"And the pickup?"

Rogue pulls another window across. "Last sighting puts them heading in the right direction."

That's enough for me. I stand; Ghost catches my arm before I make it two steps. "Wait."

"For what?"

"Confirmation."

I drag my arm free from his grip. "They have Lilah."

"I fucking know that."

"Then let go of me."

"Tempest."

Lorenzo stands beside me. "Kai." I turn on him, he doesn't flinch. "If it's the wrong property, we lose time."

"And if it's the right one, we're wasting it."

"Thirty seconds," Rogue snaps. "Give me thirty fucking seconds."

I drag both hands over my face. Thirty seconds, I can give him thirty, but barely.

Rogue starts typing again, and the room goes quiet: ten seconds, then twenty.

His screen changes. "I've got a camera."

I move behind him. "Where?"

"Convenience store two miles from the property." He pulls up the footage and there’s that fucking gray pickup.

My heart fucking stops. "Timestamp?"

"Eleven minutes ago."

Eleven.

Ghost is already reaching for his phone. "Everybody moves."

Chairs scrape back, Savage heads for the door, Sniper folds the map, and Lorenzo is on his phone before we even get to the door.

Finally.

"Tempest."

Something in Rogue's voice stops me. I turn and see that he's still staring at the screen. "What?"

"There's something else."

He rewinds the footage, the pickup comes into view again, it slows at the junction, then turns.

Rogue freezes the image. "Look at the passenger window."