CHAPTER 5
Robie studied Stone’s face.
“My briefing?” he said.
“You look surprised.”
“That’s because I am.”
Now Stone studied him, his gaze moving up and down Robie.
“What do you do for a living?”
“Is that any of your business?”
“I’m just asking. I work in a graveyard. And you?”
“I’m a lobbyist.”
Stone shook his head and pointed at Robie’s right hand. “Not with those calluses on your thumb and forefinger. I can’t think of anything that gives those marks other than firing thousands of rounds of ammo.”
“I’m a weekend skeet shooter, “said Robie.
“Of course you are. And I’m trying out for American Idol.”
“You must have me confused with someone else.”
“I am rarely confused on points such as this.”
Muffled sounds from outside the room interrupted them. Both men jerked when they heard them. More hand tools operating. A saw again. And what sounded like a hammer. And then a crowbar.
“Can’t people hear that from outside?” asked Robie.
“Doubtful,” said Stone. “Since we can barely hear it.”
Robie looked around at the other hostages. “You’d think folks would start missing some of the customers in here. Or the workers. They probably have families and homes to go to.”
“Which means whatever these men are doing can be done relatively quickly.”
“A jewelry store and fur shop will have vaults that have to be broken into.”
“A good point. An obstacle that would take far more time to get through.”
“I don’t think that’s it,” said Robie.
“I really don’t think so either. My friends will probably arrive at the same conclusion. But there is something else that is located here.”
“What’s that?” asked Robie.
“Private residences. On the upper floors. Very exclusive private residences inhabited by very rich, exclusive people.”
“You think that’s the ultimate target?”
“I don’t know. But we can’t discount it.” In the dark he looked closely at Robie. “How is Shane Connors doing?”
Robie said nothing.
Stone continued, “He was a protégé of mine. I haven’t seen him in years, of course, but once he did mention an up-and-comer in our profession, and his description pretty well matches you.”
“Never heard of him.”
“Well, it’s not a priority right now,” said Stone. “We have other things to concern ourselves with, don’t we? But tell him I said hello.”
The two men stared at each other for a few brief if telling moments.
“How many floors hold residences?” asked Robie, finally breaking the silence.
“Several, up to the penthouse.”
“Who lives there?”
“I don’t know exactly. They’re rich, like I said. They would have to be to afford a place like that. Probably some VIPs thrown into the mix.”
“But I wonder why today? Why strike a target like that today?”
Stone looked thoughtful. “You’re thinking that some sort of an event might be taking place today and that’s what triggered all this?”
Robie nodded.
“Interesting thought for a lobbyist skeet shooter,” noted Stone. He turned his back and slid out his phone. He called Annabelle and told her this information.
He clicked off the phone and was putting it away when they heard footsteps approaching. A few seconds later the door to the room burst open.
In the dim glow of his flashlight they could see that it was Adam Chase. He shone his light around, checking them over one by one.
A moment later emergency lighting kicked in, allowing them to see him more clearly. He clicked off his flashlight.
“It appears that someone has been making a phone call from in here.” He held up his machine pistol, to which he had attached a suppressor. “Now, which of you was it?”
None of them said anything. Chase came forward.
“Which one of you was it?”
He put the muzzle of his gun against a female teller’s head. “Was it you?”
She whimpered, “No, I swear to God it wasn’t me. I don’t have my phone. You took it. You can search me. I don’t have a phone. Please, please.” She jerked back away from him.
Stone stepped forward.
Chase pointed his gun at him. “The manager said you were trouble. Said you were stoking the fires back here.”
Stone ignored this. “None of us have phones,” he said. “You can have your men search us all. Your information must be wrong.”
Chase pointed his gun at Stone’s head. “How about I start with you?”
Stone said, “Feel free.”
Chase spoke into a walkie-talkie and a few moments later another man came in and thoroughly searched everyone in the room. No phone was found.
Chase looked at Stone and Stone looked back at Chase.
“What exactly are you?” asked Chase.
“I work in a cemetery in Georgetown. I have for years. That’s what I am. I just came here to deposit my paycheck, just like I do every Saturday. That’s how I knew the guard, Charlie. The man you killed,” Stone added.
Chase said, “We get a hint that any one of you is trying anything, I will personally come back here and shoot each of you in the head. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very,” said Robie.
The door closed and Chase was gone.
Robie and Stone moved over against one wall. In a low voice Robie said, “What did you do with it?”
“When I heard the door opening I slipped it behind the outlet cover that got fried. They’d pulled it out earlier to see what had happened to it.”
“So our communication lines are gone.”
“For the time being.”
“So I hope your friends are really good.”
“Oh, they really are.”