Page 142 of Hidden Tide

He carries a small metal tool case.

“Can you identify him?” Marquez asks.

“No.”

The man reaches the second floor but doesn’t enter the gallery. He continues toward the storage level.

“He knows exactly where he’s going,” Ward says.

“Or someone gave him a floor plan,” Storm replies.

Ivy’s jaw tightens. “Only four people have access to the private storage room.”

“Names,” Marquez says.

“Me, my assistant Naomi, the gallery manager and the building owner.”

“Could any of them know about your grandfather’s camera?”

“Naomi has seen it. The gallery manager may have.”

Marquez sends the names to the police.

On the exterior feed, officers spread out around the building.

One approaches the front gallery while two more move toward the alley.

The body-camera view activates.

“San Francisco Police,” an officer announces at the front entrance. “Anyone inside the building, identify yourself.”

The intruder freezes on the stairs.

“Why did they announce themselves?” I ask.

“Because they need to give him an opportunity to surrender,” Keating says.

“He isn’t going to surrender.”

“You don’t know that.”

The man turns and runs up the final flight of stairs.

“Roof,” Ivy says.

An alarm begins sounding through the feed.

The roof-access door has opened.

Officers in the alley look up.

“He’s on the roof!” one shouts.

The body-camera footage jerks as officers rush through the front doors.

“Can he reach another building?” Marquez asks.

“There’s a narrow gap between mine and the building to the east.”