Just then a flash in one of the warehouses caught Malloy’s eye. He lifted his foot off the accelerator, and the car dropped from thirty-five to thirty and kept slowing.
“What’s up?” Reed said.
“I’m not sure. That warehouse there.” Malloy eyed a large, gray building with dark windows about a hundred yards ahead and to the left. “I thought I saw lights for a second. Big lights.” He shook his head. “But it might have been the sun.”
Reed nodded. “I’ll call it in.” He took up the microphone, but waited. The dispatcher was giving a list of stolen items and the descriptions of three 459 suspects who had all taken off in different vehicles.
Malloy pulled over and squinted across the street at the warehouse. No more lights flashed in the building. He’d…
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