Joe was right behind him. “There he is!” Frank exclaimed, pointing to Tarpley, who was running toward a white panel truck parked in the lot. “Someone else is in the truck, too,” Joe called. Marvin Tarpley jumped behind the wheel of the truck. He had the engine started in seconds. In the lead, Frank sprinted across the parking area. Tarpley accelerated, and dust and gravel flew up from the truck’s drive wheels. “The front gate’s closed,” Joe called as he caught up with his brother. “He’s trapped.” When Tarpley didn’t slow down and didn’t even hit the brakes, Joe expected a collision. Instead, the gate swung open on its own. “The gate’s on remote control,” Frank said as the truck bounced out onto the road. “That explains how he got in here in the first place,” Frank added as the gate swung closed. “He’ll be long gone by the time we get to the Saurion.” “I think I know who the other person in Dain’s office was,” Joe said. He pulled the piece of material out of his pocket.
