all this?” Lula asked Briggs.
“There’s a protocol for patients getting radiation. It’s nasty stuff. The drill with the laundry is that one of you stays just outside the room with the laundry cart and one of you goes in and empties the hamper and checks the bathroom. There are a bunch of security cameras past this point, so I’m going to stay here. You want to put your masks and gowns on now, and don’t take them off until you’re back here, out of camera range.”
“We need names,” Lula said to me. “I’m going to be Shaneeka. Who do you want to be?”
“Judy.”
“Say what? That’s a lame name for a secret-agent nurse.”
“I’m not a nurse. I’m pushing a laundry basket.”
“It don’t matter. You still could take pride in your work. I think you should be Shandra.”
“Okay, I’m Shandra.”
We followed Briggs’s instructions and took the service elevator to the third floor. Three men in rumpled gray suits and wearing earbuds were at the end of the corridor.
“Showtime,” Lula said, setting her sights on the three men.
“We’re going to keep a low profile,” I said to her.
“Sure,” she said. “I know that.”
Lula stopped in front of the men and looked into the room. The door was closed, and on it was a sign with the international symbol for radiation.
“Shandra and me are here to get the contaminated linens in this room,” she said. “We’re sort of new at this, so you might want to stand back in case we accidentally spew some bad shit out at you.”
All three men took several steps back.
I pulled on double gloves, took a large heavy-duty orange plastic bag with a radiation symbol on it from the cart, and went into the room.
Gardi was in bed, hooked up to a bunch of tubes that were dripping stuff into him. His eyes were closed, and his skin was the color of wet cement.
“Hey,” I said to him. “How’s it going?”
He half opened his eyes. “Great.”
“Sorry about the polonium.”
“Shit happens.”
“I heard someone set you up.”
“You heard wrong. I set myself up. It was a business deal. I needed money. Bad. Now I’m a dead man.”
“There might be an antidote.”
“You got one in your pocket?”
“Just saying. Who gave you the polonium?”
“Who wants to know?”
“Ranger.”
“Figures. Look, I got nothing personal against him, even though he ruined my dinner with my friends.”
“Then help me out here. Who gave you the polonium?”
“Some guy with a weird tattoo on his neck. I told the FBI, and they looked at me like I was nuts. I don’t think they believed me.”
“Does this guy have a name?”
“I didn’t get one. He approached me. Said he knew I needed money. Said he had a lot of money and needed a job done.”
“What did this guy look like?”
“Average height and build. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. Caucasian, but I couldn’t see his hair. He had on mirrored sunglasses, but I could see he had a scar above one of his eyes. He had some kind of accent. Sort of British. And he had that tattoo on his neck.”
“What did the tattoo look like?”
“It was a skull with a flower.”
“And he told you he wanted you to deliver the polonium?”
“Yeah. He said if I got it on me it was deadly so I should be careful. I guess he got that right.”
“But you agreed to do it anyway.”
“It was a lot of money. And it seemed safe. The canister had a timer on it. I pushed the button, and I had a half hour before it spewed out the shit. Except the stupid thing got busted in the scuffle with the Rangeman guy, and it all leaked out on me.”
I went into the bathroom and gathered up his towels. “How did Skull and Flower pass the canister to you?”
“He got me a hotel room in New York. The Gatewell. The canister was in the room when I checked in.”
“And the money?”
“Cash. Delivered to my … financial partners.”
“Jeez, Emilio, this sucks.”
“Is my hair falling out yet?”
“Not that I can tell.”
“If I beat this thing, I’m debt free.”
“Yeah, well, good luck.”
I left the room and shoved the orange bag of linens into the cart.
“We all done here?” Lula asked.
“Yep. All done.”
We put our heads down and walked the laundry cart to the service elevator. We got off at the ground floor, pushed the cart beyond the point where there were security cameras, and shucked our masks, gloves, gowns, and scrubs. We left the cart in the