I ran my free hand in a quick sweep over my body. Nothing.
“I’m clean.”
Dane exhaled. “Move him. I’ll talk you through the corridor. EMS is on the way. Michael called it in.”
I shifted my weight and brought Wiley up by the elbow, keeping his head lower than mine, and staying between him and the glass. He came up under his own power. All the color was gone from his face, and his pupils were wide.
“Wiley, look at me. We’re going to walk around the elevator bank. I’ll take it slow. We’ll pass through two doors on the way to the back alley. I’ll have my hand on your waist. Clear?”
“Patterson—“
“Eamon has him.”
“He’s—“ Wiley swallowed and nodded.
As we entered the service corridor, a siren started up outside and grew louder.
I held the door as Wiley left the building. “Did you see his face?” Wiley asked.
“No.”
“He saw mine.”
The siren became two and then three. Dane was in my ear again.
“Status.”
“Entering the alley.”
“Eamon?”
“Out front with Patterson.”
“Patterson’s status?"
I looked at Wiley. He was watching me and waiting for my answer.
“I don’t know yet.”
The back exit dumped us into a service alley that ran the length of the block, dumpsters on one side, with an icy breeze that chilled me to the bone.
I checked the alley both ways. Somewhere on the next block over, a garbage truck’s hydraulics whirred. From the front of the building, sirens split the air.
I tapped the comm.
“Out the back. Alley clear. Need pickup.”
“Collins is rolling around to you,” Dane said. “Sixty seconds.”
“Copy.”
The SUV came around the corner, and Collins stopped with the rear passenger door at my hip. Wiley and I were inside before Collins had taken his foot off the brake.
“Mt. Auburn?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I took a long look at Wiley. He was a wreck. He was holding himself together, but his color was wrong, and his hands were folded on his thighs with the left one trembling.