Lucinda preferred him smoke-free, looking sharp and tidy.
Despite the slim odds of reuniting with her tonight, he made sure to look his best.
The brief separation felt like an eternity to Nathan.
He had never felt this panicky in the past few years.
After enduring over an hour of worry, the convoy of armored vehicles halted at a roadblock on the Cliffhigh highway.
A police team awaited them at the junction.
Lonnie stepped out, fetched a large black umbrella, and circled to the back to shield Nathan from the rain.
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Nathan exited the car without a sideways glance and walked straight toward Fitzpatrick Walker, the local police chief.
âGood evening, Mr.
Payne.
Iâm Fitzpatrick Walker, the captain here.
Youâre still engaged in official duties so late.
You must be weary,â
Fitzpatrick said, nodding his head in respect.
Nathan acknowledged his greeting.
âThank you And how are things here? Caught any vehicles trying to slip through?â
âThis areaâs usually quiet.
In the last hour, weâve only stopped two vehicles for identity checks.
â
âGood,â Nathan replied, and then paused briefly before asking, âIs the surveillance network fully operational?â
âAbsolutely, Mr.
Payne.
All cameras are functional, and the footage is intact.
â
âLetâs review all the surveillance data from earlier tonight and look for any unusual activity,â Nathan directed.
âWill do,â Fitzpatrick confirmed.
An officer then lifted the barricade, clearing the way for Nathanâs convoy to proceed.
Nathan re-entered the car and before the door shut, he beckoned to Fitzpatrick outside.
âCome in.
â
âMe?â Fitzpatrick sounded both surprised and delighted as he closed his umbrella, shook off the rain, and bent down to sit across from Nathan in the armored vehicle.
They immediately headed toward the independent monitoring station down the road.
Within a short two minutes, Fitzpatrick handed Nathan the tablet, saying, âWeâve verified the details of the two vehicles.
All identities are confirmed.
â
Nathan accepted the tablet, his face grave as he quickly looked over the information, finding no issues with the identities or the people involved.
Tension filled the vehicle.
Fitzpatrick, sweating and nervous, sat rigidly opposite Nathan.
Leaning slightly toward Lonnie, he whispered for reassurance, âLonnie, whatâs going on? Mr.
Payne looks like he could snap.
If he had a gun, Iâd be dead.
â
Lonnie didnât respond, the effort to hold back laughter draining him.