No one argued as Sam claimed the passenger seat of the Charger. Troy opened and locked the gate behind them and then jumped in the back with Joe.
Joe put in another call to the FBI office in Bedford, which wasn’t all that far away. Troy also made a call to someone, describing their car and direction. The fact that he could say the license plate number without checking with Graham confirmed Sam’s belief that this man would be a good one to have at his back.
The drive was mostly silent, but as they neared the city, the location on the map app closed in. “It doesn’t show the park. It’s got to be a current location.”
“Which part of the city?” Graham kept his eyes on the road as he moved smoothly through traffic.
“West.”
Joe called Nico and left a message. His plane would touch down in Manchester soon and he wouldn’t be far, either.
Troy leaned over the seat to have a look at the map.
“Looks like it’s in a business area. Take the next exit. It’s faster.”
They raced through unfamiliar territory, with Graham totally in control of the vehicle and Troy giving directions.
Sam watched the app, hoping for more detail. Instead, the blip disappeared.
“What happened?” Joe’s shout filled the car.
“It’s stopped working. Her circle disappeared.” Because it had to be the app that had stopped. He wouldn’t allow any other possibility.
Joe turned to Troy. “Could you tell location from the last position?”
Troy swore. “General location, but nothing specific.”
“It’s back.” And relief swamped through Sam, making his words shaky.
Troy leaned in closer as the map shifted again, showing more detail.
“Head down to Highway 9. There are a lot of businesses in that area.”
“Warehouses? Storage units?” Sam knew those were good hideouts.
Troy nodded. “Both.”
“I’m sending that info out to everyone we’ve contacted. Apparently Bernard Howard doesn’t own any property in Keene, though.” Joe had to be as stressed as Sam, but he was functioning as an agent. Sam was pretty much praying to a dot and begging.
We’ll find you, Tansy, hang on.
Traffic picked up, but Graham kept them moving steadily ahead.
His skills would definitely be an asset for Midnight Security.
Too bad Sam was no longer confident of his own. “If this goes into negotiation, Joe needs to take the lead. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get her out of there without that.”
“Is Keene PD assisting?” Troy wanted to know.
Joe nodded. “I’ve got a pal at Bedford FBI coordinating, so we can concentrate on getting her out and taking Howard down.”
The map shifted again, closed in to show more detail. Troy nearly leapt over the seat, trying to see. “Three more intersections, then hang a left. We’re almost there.”
The circle disappeared again, making Sam’s heart stop.
They waited in silence until it showed back up.
“Hurry, Graham. The signal is giving out. Hurry.” Sam’s voice shook, but he didn’t care.