I popped in on the landing halfway up the stairs, looked around, saw the place was empty, and popped back out. Mitch was already there. “Nobody in the entrance hall.”
Mitch scowled, looked at the map. “Okay. I’m gonna try the other upstairs bedroom. Reset for 1289, 40, 910.”
“40? What is that, the basement? Come on, I—”
“Do it.” Mitch popped out, having set his own coordinates while he was talking.
I punched in the numbers he’d given me and hit the button: the basement, as I thought, and a very surprised suspect kneeling over a floor safe.
“Gotcha.”
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