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one of the two people who had taken Molly. Better than nothing.
While Jon worked that, Derek went back to footage at Molly’s condo. He watched again as the men carried her out, one holding her legs, the other her torso. She seemed to be totally slack, not struggling in any way.
If Derek was working this case objectively, looking at this footage and not knowing it was Molly, he’d say that there was every possibility that the two men were carrying out a dead body.
But Derek refused to even consider that possibility now, even though the stillness of her body frightened him to his core. Damn it, why did it seem as if he was praying for Molly’s life to be spared so often over the past twenty-four hours?
“I’ve got something!” Jon’s excitement was palpable. “A clear shot of the driver’s face.”
Derek rushed over to Jon’s computer so he could see. “I don’t recognize him at all. You?”
“No, nothing. But let’s run him through facial recognition and see if we get a hit.”
It was a long shot, but it was the best shot they had. But it also meant more waiting.
“This has to be tied to the lab fire last night,” Derek said.
“Yeah, but maybe we were wrong about it having to do with the Chicago bombing case. Maybe it was someone trying to get rid of Molly, and when that didn’t work, they took her. There was a lot of evidence in that lab.”
Derek had to admit it was possible. “Definitely an angle to consider.”
“But it’s also a pretty big coincidence after everything that happened in Philly. Unless all the bad guys have gone overboard crazy at once.”
“Right now, I’m not ruling anything out. I just want to get Molly back.”
“Absolutely.” Jon pounded him on the shoulder. “I’m going to look over footage from last night’s fire. See if anyone was around.”
Derek nodded. “I’m going to look through everything we have from yesterday at the house. If this is all tied together, maybe it could provide us with something.”
What it could provide, Derek had no idea. All he knew for certain was that every moment he had nothing was another moment where Molly was in the clutches of some unknown foe.
Using the same method they had earlier, Derek began looking for accessible cameras near yesterday’s house in West Philly. The area wasn’t nearly as busy, or as wealthy, as the area where Omega HQ and Molly’s neighborhood was located, so cameras were more sparse. Most of the ones he could find didn’t produce results of any value.
He was about to call it a dead end when an unusual reflection caught his eye in one of the traffic cameras. A black car parked about two blocks from the site. Not an SUV like the one that had taken Molly, but a four-door sedan that looked completely out of place in that neighborhood.
Derek watched as the camera’s canted angle showed the perpetrator who had eventually killed himself yesterday walking up to the car. The backseat window rolled down halfway, but Derek couldn’t see inside. After a brief conversation, the now-dead man ran away, toward the house where Derek, Jon and Liam would be showing up a few minutes later.
The sedan quickly pulled away and Derek barely caught the most important feature as it sped up the street.
“Jon, get over here and look at this.”
“What?”
Derek ran the footage for him and then paused it right at the end, pointing to the license plate of the sedan. A small sticker that made all the difference.
“Secret Service.” Jon shook his head as he said it.
“Somebody under Secret Service’s protection was meeting with the guy who’d rather kill himself than be taken into custody a few minutes before we got there.”
The US Secret Service guarded a lot more than just the president. Their duties included protection of congressmen and senators as well as certain dignitaries. Hundreds of people.
But it was definitely one more link strengthening the theory that someone pretty high in the US Government had
While Jon worked that, Derek went back to footage at Molly’s condo. He watched again as the men carried her out, one holding her legs, the other her torso. She seemed to be totally slack, not struggling in any way.
If Derek was working this case objectively, looking at this footage and not knowing it was Molly, he’d say that there was every possibility that the two men were carrying out a dead body.
But Derek refused to even consider that possibility now, even though the stillness of her body frightened him to his core. Damn it, why did it seem as if he was praying for Molly’s life to be spared so often over the past twenty-four hours?
“I’ve got something!” Jon’s excitement was palpable. “A clear shot of the driver’s face.”
Derek rushed over to Jon’s computer so he could see. “I don’t recognize him at all. You?”
“No, nothing. But let’s run him through facial recognition and see if we get a hit.”
It was a long shot, but it was the best shot they had. But it also meant more waiting.
“This has to be tied to the lab fire last night,” Derek said.
“Yeah, but maybe we were wrong about it having to do with the Chicago bombing case. Maybe it was someone trying to get rid of Molly, and when that didn’t work, they took her. There was a lot of evidence in that lab.”
Derek had to admit it was possible. “Definitely an angle to consider.”
“But it’s also a pretty big coincidence after everything that happened in Philly. Unless all the bad guys have gone overboard crazy at once.”
“Right now, I’m not ruling anything out. I just want to get Molly back.”
“Absolutely.” Jon pounded him on the shoulder. “I’m going to look over footage from last night’s fire. See if anyone was around.”
Derek nodded. “I’m going to look through everything we have from yesterday at the house. If this is all tied together, maybe it could provide us with something.”
What it could provide, Derek had no idea. All he knew for certain was that every moment he had nothing was another moment where Molly was in the clutches of some unknown foe.
Using the same method they had earlier, Derek began looking for accessible cameras near yesterday’s house in West Philly. The area wasn’t nearly as busy, or as wealthy, as the area where Omega HQ and Molly’s neighborhood was located, so cameras were more sparse. Most of the ones he could find didn’t produce results of any value.
He was about to call it a dead end when an unusual reflection caught his eye in one of the traffic cameras. A black car parked about two blocks from the site. Not an SUV like the one that had taken Molly, but a four-door sedan that looked completely out of place in that neighborhood.
Derek watched as the camera’s canted angle showed the perpetrator who had eventually killed himself yesterday walking up to the car. The backseat window rolled down halfway, but Derek couldn’t see inside. After a brief conversation, the now-dead man ran away, toward the house where Derek, Jon and Liam would be showing up a few minutes later.
The sedan quickly pulled away and Derek barely caught the most important feature as it sped up the street.
“Jon, get over here and look at this.”
“What?”
Derek ran the footage for him and then paused it right at the end, pointing to the license plate of the sedan. A small sticker that made all the difference.
“Secret Service.” Jon shook his head as he said it.
“Somebody under Secret Service’s protection was meeting with the guy who’d rather kill himself than be taken into custody a few minutes before we got there.”
The US Secret Service guarded a lot more than just the president. Their duties included protection of congressmen and senators as well as certain dignitaries. Hundreds of people.
But it was definitely one more link strengthening the theory that someone pretty high in the US Government had
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