13 - Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child

Author:Lee Child
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suicide bombers
ISBN: 9780440243687
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2010-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

'Nineteenth-century legislation and a sleazy twenty-first-century welding shop with a government contract. See how the floor isn't welded all the way around? Just in some places?'

'That's the nature of spot welding.'

'How strong is it?'

'Plenty strong. Stronger than the toilet pipe, probably.'

'Maybe not. There was cholera in New York in the nineteenth century. A big epidemic. It killed lots of people. Eventually the city fathers figured out what was causing it, which was cesspools mixing with the drinking water. So they built proper sewers. And they specified all kinds of standards for the pipes and the connectors. Those standards are still in the building code, all these years later. A pipe like this has a flange lapping over the floor. I'm betting it's fixed stronger than the spot welds. Those nineteenth-century public works guys erred on the side of caution. More so than some modern corporation wanting Homeland Security money.'

Lee paused a beat. Then she smiled, briefly. 'So either I get illegally busted out of a government jail cell, or the sewer pipe gets torn out of the floor. Either way I'm in the shit.'

'You got it.'

'Great choice.'

'Your call,' I said.

'Go for it.'

Two rooms away I heard a telephone start to ring.

I knelt down and eased the tip of the pry bar into the position it needed to be in, which was under the bottom horizontal rail of the cell, but not so far under that it also caught the edge of the floor tray. Then I kicked it sideways a little until ii was directly below one of the upside-down T-welds, where the force would be carried upwards through one of the vertical bars.

Two rooms away the telephone stopped ringing.

I looked at Lee and said, 'Stand on the toilet seat. Let's give it all the help we can.'

She climbed up and balanced. I took up all the slack in the pry bar and then leaned down hard and bounced, once, twice, three times. Two hundred and fifty pounds of moving mass, multiplied by sixty inches of leverage. Three things happened. First, the pry bar dug itself a shallow channel in the concrete under the cage, which was mechanically inefficient. Second, the whole assemblage of bars distorted out of shape a little, which was also inefficient. But third, a bright bead of metal pinged loose and skittered away.

'That was a spot,' Lee called. 'As in spot-weld.'

I moved the pry bar and found a similar position twelve inches lo the left. Wedged the bar tight, took up the slack, and bounced. Same three results. The grind of powdered concrete, the screech of bending bars, and the ping of another metal bead torn loose.

Two rooms away a second phone started to ring. A different lone. More urgent.

I stood back and caught my breath. Moved the pry bar again, this time two feet to the right. Repeated the procedure, and was rewarded with another broken weld. Three down, many more to go. But now I had approximate hand-holds in the bottom rail, where the pry bar had forced shallow U-shaped bends into the metal.

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