[Quinn Novella 01] - Becoming Quinn by Battles Brett

Author:Battles, Brett [Battles, Brett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-07-10T05:00:00+00:00

18

The impound yard closed at 5 p.m., with the last of the daytime employees not leaving until 6. In the following three hours, Durrie counted two security guards. They seemed to be taking turns walking the yard while the other stayed in the main office.

The camera situation was minimal, primarily focused on and around the main building, with one camera on each of the gates that allowed cars in and out. Through his binoculars, Durrie was able to determine the brand of the cameras, and knew that he had a jammer in his kit that would effectively disable the whole lot of them.

The only frustrating thing was, no matter how many variations he ran through for how the rest of the operation would go, he couldn’t come up with one that avoided needing Larson’s help. With reluctance, he’d told the gunman to meet him at the observation point at 9:15 p.m.

Larson didn’t arrive until nearly 9:30.

Asshole.

“What’s the plan?” Larson asked as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“You do exactly what I tell you and nothing more.”

Larson smirked, but didn’t respond.

Durrie swept the binoculars across the impound yard once more, making sure there wasn’t anything he missed.

“The body?” he asked without setting the glasses down.

“Straight back from the building. Fifth row. An old, blue Mazda sedan.”

The angle from where they were parked was one that gave Durrie a view of much of the lot, so he was able to pick out the car. “Model?” he asked anyway.

“Hell, I don’t know. I told you it’s a Mazda.”

Durrie’s already-low opinion of the man sunk further. The cleaner was a firm believer that knowledge could be the difference between living and dying, a philosophy Larson didn’t seem to share. In Durrie’s mind, even a little thing like knowing the model of a car could be what stood between an agent and a bullet in the head.

He continued his survey, but all was as it had been. He turned his attention to the parking lot in front of the building. There were three cars there—two by the office and one parked closer to the road.

“The car by itself in the visitor’s lot,” he said. “That’s yours?”

“Yeah.”

Larson had at least been smart enough to take the woman’s car when he left earlier, so it wouldn’t be found. Durrie momentarily considered removing the extra car when they finished, but decided it was more effort than it was worth. It was stolen already. Might as well leave it where it would end up anyway. If Larson hadn’t been smart enough to avoid leaving any traces of his presence in it, too bad.

He set the glasses down, then laid out the parts of the plan Larson needed to know.

“Easy,” Larson said when he was through.

“No improvising.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Durrie said nothing. Worry was not something he’d ever feel for Larson. Concern about what Larson might do was the issue at the moment, because for the next ten minutes, their lives would be in each other’s hands. That didn’t sit well with Durrie.

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