“How far are we?” Theo asked as Caden took a sharp turn.
“Ten minutes,” Frodi answered.
“Can we go faster?” Theo demanded.
Caden glared at him briefly as he weaved through traffic. No matter how much of a hurry they were in, there wasn’t much they could do about traffic laws. It wasn’t like they had the authority to brush it all aside.
“Relax, we have time,” Frodi said.
“We don’t know that,” Theo argued. “They could have already hurt her.”
“We have eyes on them,” Frodi revealed.
Theo twisted in his seat, straining to see the screen of his laptop. On it were crisp images of a building: probably a warehouse or factory. In front of it were two vans, and they watched several men make trips back and forth to load them up. While the images certainly gave them a good view of the outside
