Wulf rode in the passenger seat while Dieter drove the black SUV. Summer sunlight glittered on the cars and trucks blocking them in and flashed bright sparks in his eyes. The clock ran through the time, so much time since Rae had walked away from her security.
Life could change in a heartbeat.
So many heartbeats.
So much time.
Theophile Valencia’s friend Noah had described the car that Rae had gotten into to his network, and he had gotten word back in under an hour that the car had been spotted in a parking lot of a hotel known for drug deals near the university.
Wulf’s phone rang again, blinking Theophile’s contact number. He answered with, “Do we have more information?”
Wulf watched the traffic out the front windshield while Theo said, “Noah’s contact says that a group with the last name of Stone rented a small conference room on the ground floor.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you have enough people? I can send a few.”
Wulf glanced behind the headrest at the five men in the two rear seats behind him, including Dieter, Hans, Luca, and Friedhelm, and at the other SUV trailing them. Black duffels lay at their feet. Everyone except Wulf wore black fatigues.
He turned back to the front, squinting in the sun’s glare off the chrome from the other cars packed around them as they sped through the hot afternoon. “I think we have sufficient manpower, but thank you again.”