Page 331 of The Protector’s Daughter
Taylor works from the front seat, studying the building plans Frank sent from New Mexico.
“There’s a basement beneath the eastern office wing,” he says.
“Does it extend beneath the baggage room?” Kane asks.
“Not on the original plans.”
“Original?”
“The building was renovated twice. The second renovation added a coal-delivery tunnel along the southern wall.”
“Can we access it?”
“Bomb squad found the entrance, but part of the tunnel collapsed.”
“How close does it get us?”
“Twenty feet from the baggage room.”
Kane looks at me.
“Better than the front door.”
“Maybe.”
The drone image fills Taylor’s screen.
Sally remains tied to the chair.
Her head hangs forward.
The timer reads fourteen minutes.
“Any movement?” I ask.
“One heat source near the north wall,” Taylor answers. “One near the loading entrance.”
“Two gunmen.”
“Possibly.”
“And Navarro?”
“No third heat source.”
He isn’t inside.
Navarro never planned to risk himself.
He built a trap and left other men to watch it close.
Sage leans forward from the back seat.
“Can Sally hear us?”
“The phone on the table is still active,” Taylor says.
“Call it.”
