Kelsey asked.“Probably looking for the SUV. Maybe they talked to the guard.”The Taurus made another slow loop. Because it was Sunday, the lot wasn’t full. Many of the cars looked to be unmarked police vehicles, probably belonging to detectives who were dropping off evidence. At last the Taurus pulled into a space.Gage gripped his SIG in his hand as he waited to see who would emerge. If Trent Lohman got out, he was going to have a tough time resisting the urge to take him out right now.The driver’s-side door opened, and an FBI agent got out.“That’s not Trent,” Kelsey said.“Supervisory Special Agent Gordon Moore.”She turned to look at him. “You know him?”“He interviewed me back at base. Where’s your phone?”“Right here.”“Call Mia,” Gage said. “Ask her to intercept him in the lobby and get his cell number. She can tell him anything she wants—she’s expecting to hear from you, she’ll let him know when you call—whatever she needs to say to get his number.”“Why do we want his number?”Gage watched as the agent walked up the white marble steps to the Delphi Center’s front entrance.
