Outside the warehouse, several federal vehicles approached without lights or sirens. Laura Chen rode in the lead vehicle with the authorization documents beside her. She listened to the live audio through an earpiece. An agent next to her asked, “They still inside?” “Yes.” “Any sign they are moving the vehicles?” “Not yet.” Laura looked at the warehouse entrance ahead. “Then we preserve the scene before they change their minds.”
Inside, Boone had turned back toward Mercer. “You think handing over documents will save you?” “I think telling the truth before you do might help.” Boone laughed once. “The truth?” “You hit the engine case because you said we needed a reason to hold the bike. You chose how. You approved the condition rating. You entered it. You told me low-value vehicles moved faster.” Boone pointed at him. “And you were stupid enough to say that out loud.” Mercer looked toward the Harley. “That does not matter anymore.” Boone followed his eyes and understood what he meant. The motorcycle had already heard them.
The warehouse door opened before Boone could respond. Laura Chen entered with several federal agents behind her. “Nobody touches the vehicles.” Everyone stopped. Boone looked toward the entrance. “What is this?” Laura held up the federal authorization. “This location is being secured as part of an active federal investigation.” Boone moved toward her. “You cannot just walk into private property.” Laura handed the document to another agent, who gave Boone a copy. “You can read that while we work.” Mercer remained near the Harley. Laura looked at him. “Step away from the motorcycle.” He did. The towing contractor kept the folder against his chest. An agent approached him carefully. “Sir, do those records relate to vehicles stored here?” The contractor looked at Boone, then Mercer. “Yes.” “Do not alter or destroy them.” “I wasn’t planning to.” Boone said, “He does not know what he is talking about.” The contractor turned toward him. “I know exactly what I signed.”