Chapter 145

As Russ pushed through the heavy metal door, the red light flashed from the board in the security office.

“The alarm is blinking at the rear emergency exit on Fifty-sixth Street,” the guard yelled at his colleague. “I’m running out there. You call Joe and let him know.”

The guard pushed through the emergency door into the torrential rain. He looked from side to side and randomly decided to run toward Tenth Avenue. Squinting through the downpour, he searched fruitlessly.

It was too late.

“Damn it!” Joe hissed.

The dog was coming up empty, losing the track in the lobby, the rain washing away the possibility of following the scent outside and, now, someone had escaped through the back of building.

“Let’s see if we can get prints off that emergency door,” offered the cop.