First Deadly Conspiracy Box Set by Roger Stelljes

Author:Roger Stelljes [Stelljes, Roger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Retail, Suspense
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Publisher: Roger Stelljes
Published: 2012-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“Who are you?”

Alt awoke stiff and sore. He’d fallen asleep in his easy chair and had overslept. He wanted to be into the office by 8:30 a.m. That was the time he woke up. A hurried shower, shave, and change of clothes put him downtown by 9:15 a.m.

He walked into the operations center, and Bouchard and Hennessey were waiting for him. Alt saw it immediately—they were agitated. “What’s up?”

“At the front desk at Channel 6 we found a log book, the receptionist completes it. We missed it the other times we were in,” Hennessey said.

“How?”

“It’s usually in a locked cabinet. For some reason, it was left out last night.”

“Yeah, so?”

“It records packages dropped off and for whom. There’s one for a CD, October 26th, a large package from an outfit called Flash Local Delivery. Note indicated it was a large box. The signature looks like Daniels’s.”

“Have we checked this Flash whatever’s records?”

“Hagen’s giving it a shot right now,” Bouchard responded and led them to the computer whiz.

“What did you get?” Alt asked.

Hagen looked up at them through pop-bottle glasses, “They don’t have any sort of system that I can crack into. They don’t exist in cyberspace.” If Hagen couldn’t crack them, they didn’t have a system, or at least one that was tapped into the outside world.

“Where are they located?”

“Over in South Minneapolis. Address puts them in a residential neighborhood.”

Alt thought quickly, and then said to Hansen and Hennessey, “Take the big van. You might need some tools. We have to know if that’s our package.”

• • • • •

Mac slept soundly, well after his normal waking time. He rolled over to find Sally standing at the end of the bed, dressed, with wet hair. “You makin’ breakfast, big boy?”

Mac smiled, “After a shower.” A quick shower, some jeans, and a black mock turtleneck, and Mac was downstairs firing up the coffee and mixing some quick eggs. The TV was on, and he had it on the Golf Channel of all things as Sally walked into the kitchen, her hair now dry and styled. She looked like a million bucks in blue jeans and a white turtleneck with her shoulder-length red hair. She walked over and gave him a warm kiss, and looked at what he was mixing. “Scrambled eggs, yummy. Did you find the cheese and ham?”

“All ready shredded and chopped,” he replied, pointing to the center island.

“Looks great.” She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table to watch TV. “What’s with the Golf Channel?”

“I like it. This is one of those segments where the pro teaches an amateur. I learn a few things watching these.”

“I understand, but we’re going skiing.”

“This isn’t Colorado. We don’t have a ski channel. Besides, you like golf. You might learn something.”

Sally watched as the golf professional showed video of the amateur’s golf swing at a driving range. Then they cut back to the studio where the pro, amateur, and host were standing on some fake grass with a net, ready to do some sort of live demonstration.

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