Chapter 28: Forty-Seven Seconds

The warrant had reached its last unsigned box when the armored truck turned into Harbor Fleet. "Of course it did," Hollis said. He lowered his binoculars. Across the road, Mobile Unit 6 rolled through the service-yard gate. Gray armor covered every window behind the cab. A black exhaust pipe rose from the box body. The suspension sagged on the right, where the furnace sat behind reinforced steel. A man in a Harbor Fleet jacket closed the gate. Su sat in the rear of an unmarked surveillance van with Hollis and Mo. Ruiz waited two blocks east with two patrol units. Vega was on the command channel. Helen Shaw had called twice from her kitchen and once from her car. The judge had the affidavit but had not signed it. Mo watched the truck through the narrow gap between the front seats. His black jacket lay open over his gray shirt.…