Grey watched the first of the ambulances start to pull away from the docks, and as he watched the red flashing lights, he began looking at the people crowding the area. Among them, he noticed an FBI agent hand a manila folder to the RCMP investigator. He guessed the file with the background information he’d requested for Preston finally caught up with them. The siren on the first ambulance kicked in when it made it to the street in front of Upton’s Marina. Grey frowned, narrowing his eyes at the ambulance’s display. There was no need for the siren. The use of such felt performative, more for the gathered media and their cameras than to expedite their trip to the hospital. A quick look in the direction of the crowd confirmed his suspicions, as there was a flurry of activity among the gathered reporters and cameramen.
There was also a government SUV parked next to one of the media vans. Grey didn’t recall any of his people radioing that they were going to be out with any of the media, and yet he saw a familiar face and stopped where he was. The man he was watching made eye contact with him, nodding in acknowledgement.
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