CHAPTER 6
Before Stone had to hide his phone, Annabelle and Caleb were walking around the garage area under the building. She spotted it first—a fenced-in area that housed a parking lot only accessible by key card.
Caleb stared through the chain-link fence and then read the sign hanging on the access gate. “They’re for the private residences, Annabelle.”
She nodded. “This must be the blank on the plans you found online.”
“I guess they didn’t want to publicize this aspect of the place. I’m sure the folks who own these apartments want their privacy. People with money usually do, unless you’re the Kardashians.”
Annabelle’s phone buzzed.
“It’s Oliver.”
She listened and said, “Understood and on it. Oliver, how is it going in there?”
She listened again, nodded, and said, “Watch your back.” She clicked off and stared at the concrete looking anxious.
Caleb edged closer to her and asked nervously, “Is he okay?”
“You know Oliver. He could be in front of a firing squad and he’d say he was just fine.”
“But what did he say?”
She glanced up. “Ironically, he wants us to check out the private residences. He thinks the target might lie there.”
Caleb gazed through the fence again. “So these people might be going through the bank to get to the residences? Why?”
“Residence,” she corrected. “I doubt it’s more than one. There wouldn’t be enough time.”
“Okay, but which one? There are a lot of parking spaces. And they’re all filled with Mercedeses and Jags and BMWs. And there’s a Bentley over there. These people definitely have money.”
“Well, whichever one it is we need to narrow down quickly. I doubt these guys will take too long to get to wherever they’re going.”
She punched in a number.
“Harry, I just got a call from Oliver. He thinks the private residences on the top floors of the building might be the target, we just don’t know which one. Can you check around up there and see if anything hits you? We’re on our way too.”
She clicked off and said, “Let’s go, Caleb.”
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