We heard a violent thud on the wall outside the door and a muted exclamation of pain.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at the door.
Ally came up beside me and she stared at the door.
Vance listened (also staring at the door).
After awhile, there was silence, Vance relaxed and nodded to us.
He left the room.
We followed.
The place was darkened, but not dark, the light on Dawn’s desk was burning and the overhead lights were on but muted. The office seemed, somehow, sinister. There was not a good vibe in the air.
We ran into Brody in the parking garage.
“Hey!” he yelled, trotting up to us, all excited and happy and definitely not feeling the sinister vibe. “Guess what? Monty called and he’s letting me do the surveillance room.” Brody lifted a plastic bag filled with cheese puffs and energy drinks. “All night. I’m, like, one of the guys!”
“Righteous, Brody,” Ally said quietly, definitely attuned to the sinister vibe.
“You guys want to do the shift with me? It’ll be cool. We’ll order pizza.”
“No,” Vance said and Brody’s eyes swung to him.
“No?” Brody asked.
“No. No pizza and no visitors. The office is no longer safe,” Vance replied.
Brody got pale.
Ally took in breath.
I forgot to breathe.
What on earth did that mean?
Vance kept speaking. “You lock down the surveillance room once you enter it, watch the screens, field the calls and that’s it. You don’t open the door unless you get the code.”
Brody was beginning to look a little panicked but he hung in there. “Oh shit, another code, what’s this one again?”
“Same as always,” Vance said.
Brody looked blank.
Vance looked unhappy. “Three two two.”
“Got it. Yeah. Right. Okay.” Brody didn’t say good-bye and walked away, whispering to himself.
I allowed myself a moment to hope Brody was going to be all right before we all climbed into a black Ford Explorer.
Vance took Ally home first, asking her address. She got out, quiet and looking worried and she promised to call me.
Vance waited until the door closed behind her and her inside lights went on, then he took me home and didn’t ask my address. He walked me to the door, took my key from my hand, opened it and made me stand just inside the closed door while he checked the house. He came back downstairs, went out to the Explorer, came back carrying a small duffle and walked immediately to my dining room table.
He opened the duffle and started to put stuff on my dining room table, announcing each one as he set it down. “Gun, Glock, loaded. Extra clip. Taser. Stun gun.”
I stared at the weapons on my table and then back to Vance.