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The GPS on his Italian cell phone wasn’t registering Wondering where, exactly, they were, he looked out, saw a row of si out the open bay door with a pallet of goods “The best I can do is, we’re at the end of a road, next to a blue warehouse”

“Please stay in a safe location until help arrives, sir”

“They’re on their way,” Sam told Remi

Remi looked at the alarm panel “What if we set it off? That should tell them where”

“If the crooks are setting that alar notified are the crooks I doubt they’d have a system that connects to the police”

“I think it’s time to see if the Ghost really does run”

Saain, then looked to Remi “Ready?”

“Blaze of glory”

Sah each step Sa down the hood

“Sa between the buildings”

“We’re good to go I can finish starting the Ghost Open the overhead door”

“The alarm—”

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“No choice,” Sao”

Sam hopped into the driver’s seat, and Remi hit the button The overhead door started to roll up The alar as she ran back to the car, juer seat