Chapter 85

 

Four shots. An impossibly long twenty seconds of silence. Static on the radio. The Humvee moved into the lead position as the commander demanded a report from the eight SWAT men. Two more shots, then the radio crackled.

“The guards are down. Repeat—guards are down! We’re opening the gate for you!”

The Humvee began to roll, followed quickly by the commander and the two vans. As the vehicles passed through the open gate, four of the SWAT team gripped handholds on their van and leaped to the back bumper for the ride. The other four had, presumably, run ahead on foot.

Caplin barely regained his seat before his van moved up the road. His nerves felt stretched taut, his stomach aflutter—not from the ride now. He tried to imagine what they would encounter when they reached the mansion.