Wake Me When It's Over by Cheryl A. Head

Author:Cheryl A. Head [Head, Cheryl A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781612941165
Publisher: Bywater Books
Published: 2018-05-22T03:00:00+00:00

It was almost dusk. The headlights of a speeding vehicle swung across the gravel path, throwing rocks from the rear wheels. The white van stopped abruptly in front of the garage, and the two Spectrum guards, with guns drawn, aimed at the driver as he stepped out of the vehicle. Cynthia recognized Dudiyn and gave an all-clear sign. She intercepted him in mid-stride.

“You almost got yourself killed.”

“What the hell happened here?” he demanded.

“I already told Mr. Heinrich what happened. The police broke down the door. They had a search warrant.”

Cynthia was in mid-sentence when Dudiyn stepped around her and headed to the garage. He stopped to look at the scanning box, which hung from loose wires. In the light over the door, Cynthia saw the look of contempt he shot at her before entering the garage. From the doorway, she watched Dudiyn examine a few of the disposable phones. He knotted the bag, stepped over to the cases marked bleach, and began counting them. Cynthia stepped into the garage, and he turned.

“I’ll need someone to help me load these boxes into the van,” Dudiyn said.

“Okay. What’s all the bleach for?”

Dudiyn stared at Cynthia for a few seconds. Then lifted the bag of phones over his shoulder, like Santa’s sack of toys.

“You’ll have to ask Mr. Heinrich. If he hasn’t told you, it’s not for me to say. I’ll pull the van closer so we can start loading the boxes,” he said, brushing past her.

Cynthia watched from the rear of the vehicle as Dudiyn and the guards loaded seventeen cases, each with eight plastic bottles of bleach, into the bed of the van. Dudiyn paced from the garage door to the van and back, and counted the remaining cases a couple of times. When he wasn’t looking, Cynthia shined her flashlight inside. Along with the bleach and the phones there was a clear bag containing plastic ties. When the cargo was loaded, Dudiyn locked the van, fumbling with the keypad.

“Our guys will have the cameras repaired before I leave tonight. We’ll also put in a keyed door. Will you take care of the repairs to the ocular scanning system?” Cynthia asked.

“What?” Dudiyn was preoccupied.

“The security system. Will you arrange to have it replaced, or should I?”

“Oh. I’ll speak to Mr. Heinrich about that. We’ll take care of it.”

Without another word, Dudiyn was behind the wheel of the van and drove off. The Spectrum staff returned to supervising the camera repairs, and Cynthia sniffed her fingers. Surprised, she used the flashlight to look at her hand. She had punctured one of the bleach bottles with an ink pen and smeared a bit of the contents on her hand. Instead of the scent she’d expected, her fingers were coated with shiny, odorless granules.

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