Page 133 of Hidden Tide
Price says something we can’t hear.
Holt’s face hardens.
Then he turns and runs.
“Where is he going?” Mom cries.
The hallway camera follows him only until he disappears around the corner.
Price and two agents race after him.
Alarms begin sounding through the building.
The monitors change.
Red warnings flash across the screens.
SECURITY BREACH
EAST STAIRWELL
Keating’s voice comes over the speaker.
“All personnel, lock down the facility. Federal agent fleeing toward the waterfront. Do not fire unless he presents a weapon.”
Ben reaches for the radio on the conference table.
“This is Ben. Thomas identified the fleeing man as Peter Holt, a former member of Lawrence Vail’s salvage crew.”
Keating answers immediately.
“Stay inside that room.”
Ben looks at me. “See? Everyone tells you that.”
“This isn’t the time.”
“It never is.”
The security feed changes again.
Holt bursts through an exterior door and runs across the dark parking area.
Coast Guard officers converge from both sides.
He doesn’t stop.
He heads toward the waterfront.
A patrol vehicle cuts him off before he reaches the lower road.
Holt turns.
Four armed officers surround him.
“Hands where we can see them!” someone shouts over the feed.
Holt slowly raises both hands.
