Emmett took in the art-deco building before looking back down to Blake. “That’s the building connected to the shell company,” he recalled. “The one supposedly run by?—”
Son of a bitch.
“Dr. Michael Turner.” Blake gave his head a nod. “Like we said before, follow the money.”
The money. The plane. The building.
So far, it all came back to Turner. Whether he was the mastermind behind everything remained to be seen.
“That’s a good hunch, Blake,” Emmett acknowledged. “But I don’t want to waste time Janie doesn’t have searching a building that size when we aren’t even sure she’s there.”
“I’m sure.” The other man shrugged. “Or again, assure as I can be. But check this out.” A few more clicks of the keyboard sounded from where Blake sat, and a different image of the building appeared.
“That satellite?” Gwen’s curious glance studied the screen.
“Live feed,” Blake confirmed. “And look.” Two red dots appeared. They pulsed, as if their signals were currently pinging. “Those dots you see are cell signals.”
Lucas was the first to ask, “Whose?”
Rather than answer their teammate directly, Blake turned a knowing glance Emmett’s way. “Press Secretary Daley and Agent Christopher Campbell.”
Emmett’s pulse spiked with hope. To Blake, he asked, “You’re saying those men are there, at that building right now?”
“As we speak.”
Draven shot up out of his chair. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get to it.”
But Gwen lifted a cautious hand. “Hang on a second. There are only five us, and that building’s pretty big. That area of the city isn’t residential, and at this hour, I’m sure potential witnesses will be scarce, but . . .”
When she trailed, Emmett sent her a questioning glance as he asked, “What are you thinking?”
“As much as it pains me to say it, this isn’t a location where we can just go in and start a firestorm of explosions. These guys are good, and they’re careful. If that’s where Janie is, and Campbell and Daley are there, I guarantee you they aren’t alone.”
“You’re talking guards.” Emmett understood the woman’s point.
Gwen nodded. “I’d say they’ll have at least two extra guns, most likely inside the building’s entrance. But see there?” She got up and walked over to the mounted screen. “From the right vantage point, a person could position themselves so they could see through those windows.” The intelligent blonde shrugged. “They’d have a clear view of anyone in or around the lobby.”
“You’re a good shot,” Draven pointed out. “Why don’t you take overwatch while the rest of us go inside?”
“So then there are only four of you taking on who knows how many targets?” She frowned. “I don’t like it. I mean, we’re still down a member as it is.”
“You have a solution?” Emmett was definitely open to suggestions.
“What about Barclay?”
He and the others all shared a silent look.
Delta’s Jagger had suggested Jethro Barclay as a potential replacement for Baxter, the guy who’d been booted from Echo Team after nearly getting their old handler killed. But despite Emmett’s efforts over the past several weeks, Barclay had made his disinterest clear.
“The guy’s already made it perfectly clear that he has zero desire to join the team,” Blake reminded them all.
Gwen’s rebuttal was instant. “I’m not suggesting go at him for a permanent spot this time. I’m just saying we bring him in to assist.”
Lucas sat back in his seat and blew out a breath. “If he’s as good as Jagger claims, I’m down.”
“Me, too,” Draven added his vote in favor of the idea.
“I mean, sure. Give the guy a call.” Blake shrugged. “Just don’t get your hopes up.”