Marcus took the folded paper and slid it into his breast pocket.

He looked at the digital clock on the precinct wall.

“Twenty-one thirty hours,” Marcus said.

“The night judge rushed the stamp through, but the facility gates are padlocked until morning.”

“We hit the location at zero eight hundred,” Rebecca said.

“Go home and get some sleep.

I’ll call you when I leave the precinct.”

I nodded and drove back to my dark house.