The guards also noticed, pulling their heads out of the cars to watch the two animals race into the woods. ‘Thompson, Greer, Jenkins, Marquez,’ Eldridge ordered just moments later, ‘get after them, see what they’re after.’ He watched as the men drew their weapons and raced off after the dogs into the treeline. The Dobermans were well-trained guard dogs, they wouldn’t have gone tearing off through the estate just for the fun of it; there must be something out there. ‘Ellison, Carter,’ Eldridge said after further reflection. ‘You too.’ The two other guards gave chase to the dogs. Eldridge turned back to the remainder, who stood looking after their comrades. ‘Back to work!’ he ordered gruffly. They still had a schedule to keep to, and the oil tanker would be at Pahosa Point in fifteen minutes. Adams was well-secured under the chassis of the big SUV when the now breathless guards returned to their vehicles. He had used the distraction of the dogs to come out of the utility room window and follow the shadow to the car.
