The elevator dinged just as Rowe reached it, but a uniformed officer stepped out, blocking his escape. Rowe turned, wild-eyed. The bear’s roar echoed again, closer now, vibrating through the glass. Reed shouted, “Get him!” Officers lunged. The forged documents scattered like confetti in the fluorescent light.
Rowe cut through to a service stairwell, near the elevator, but below, he slammed into the closed doors that only opened with a staff pass, turning wild-eyed, cornered. He shouted. “He’s really my son!” Martinez approached, holding the cuffs. “Good fathers don’t carry forged documents,” he said. Rowe’s face broke, then twisted.