Midnight Sun (35 page)

“
Love
you
too!
”
Tonia replied.

Hilde
gave
an
odd
look
as
the
phone
went
silent.
“
I
don
’
t
think
she
heard
a
word
I
said.
”

Marcus's
truck
was
parked
a
few
stalls
into
the
Captain
Cook's
parking
garage.
They climbed
in
, and a
moment
later
they
were
heading
east
on
Sixth
Avenue.
The
modern
architecture
of
the
Performing
Arts
Center
loomed
ahead,
seeming
massive
amidst
the
scattering
of
building
styles
ranging
from
present
state-of-the-art
to
post-World
War I salt-box
cottages
that
had
been
turned
into
tourist
shops
and
fine-dining
establishments.
Just
beyond
the
PAC,
a
small
crowd
milled
beneath
the
cloth-covered
awning
of
Humpy's
Alehouse
that
jutted
from
above
the
sixties-style
glass
storefront
near
the
corner
of
Sixth
and
F.
The
thump
of
electric
jazz
echoed
through
the
canyon
of
tall
buildings,
booming
into
the
open
windows
of
Marcus
’
s
truck
when
they
stopped
for
the
light
at
G
Street
nearly
a
block
away.
As
they
waited,
an
engine
revved
and
a
white
Audi
screeched
around
the
corner
just
as
the
light
changed
from
yellow
to
red.

Lonnie
reached
up
and
tapped
Marcus
on
the
shoulder.
“
It's
Farrah,
”
she
said.
“
That's
the
car
Farrah
was
driving when I saw him before.
Follow
him!
”

Marcus
pulled
ahead
when
the
light
turned
green.
Hilde
tried
to
phone
Tonia
as
they
passed
the
bar,
but
only
got
the Secret Service agent's voicemail message. She said for Tonia to call her when she got the message.

“
We'll
get
hold
of
her
later,
”
she
said.

The
car
turned
left
at
A
Street
and
Marcus
continued
after
it.
The
Audi
traveled
at
the
posted
speed
limit
as
they
crossed
the
Ship
Creek
B
ridge
heading
toward
the
Port
of
Anchorage
shipping
terminal.
The
road
was
empty
except
for
their
vehicle
and
Farrah
’
s.
Marcus
slowed
the
truck.
They
were
nearly
a
hundred
yards
behind
the
Audi
when
it
continued
past
the
last
turnoff
before
the
port.
Farrah
was
locked
in
with
only
one
road
out.
Marcus
turned
right
at
the
Loop
Road
exit
as
the
Audi
's
taillights
disappeared
behind
the
hill
that
obscured
the
port
’
s
guard
post.
Once
out
of
sight,
he
pulled
to
the
side
of
the
road.

“
Lonnie,
take
the
wheel.
Park
over
there
somewhere.
”
He
pointed
to
a
row
of
rail yard
warehouses
about
two
hundred
yards
away.

“
Mike
and
I
will
go
in
on
foot
and
see
if
we
can
ID
your
man,
and
maybe
figure
out
what
he's
up
to.
”
Marcus
reached
into
the
pocket
in
the
door
and
grabbed
a
set
of
compact
Steiner
Predator®
binoculars,
then
realized
he
was
getting
ahead
of
himself.
“
Uh,
assuming
that's
okay
with
you,
Mike.
”