Chapter 28
DESSERT AND IT
Another text comes in while I’m relaxing, pretending to watch some inane Webflix show with Rebecca.
“Keep watching. I don’t care if I miss something.” I stroll toward the hallway, aiming for my study where I can sit and read then reply without interruption.
“You’re sure?” She cranes her head to follow me but goes back to watching the wall screen when I dismiss her question with a shrug.
CANNON: We have 2 bodies. Plus 1 unidentified male, long dead.
His face is gone from rats. Ditto hands and feet.
Ours were stripped. The unidentified one was clothed.
Some objects in pockets. Pen, gum. Plus a possible phone memory card.
The connector is non-standard. Text on card says *P 2 data*.
To access it I need permission to submit to the IT lab personnel. I’m there now. Just need the okay.
“Fuck.” I squeeze shut my eyes. Who do I trust?
CLAY: Give it to Van Kerr. No one else has clearance. NO ONE. Report results ASAP.
CANNON: Will do.
CLAY: I’ll wait. Record everything about those bodies, one copy to me only, then dispose of our two at sea. Get DNA from the unknown and lose him too. We need his ID.
CANNON: Yes, sir. The two personnel who saw the bodies are trusted. I own them.
I can hear the click of his heels when I read that Sir.
I lie back and wait for updates after finding myself a glass of red wine, a piece of chocolate torte, and the newest book by King. After stopping at the study door, and getting a kiss on the cheek, Rebecca goes to bed, happy.
One hour goes by. I poke Cannon and he simply texts back, still looking at it. It’s complex. Non-standard.
He already said this. The bottle of red calls me again so I grab a third glass. At this rate, I’ll finish the bottle. My head might hate me tomorrow. I should’ve bought something from Freddy to tide me over. Some coke would be good.
What the fuck is P Two? Was there a P One?
That memory card might be the key to this frankenstruct.
If he’s hiding bodies, there’s something about them he doesn’t want known.
Where he came from might be on that memory card, I hope.
Though…I guess a murder is a good reason to hide bodies. Shit. I hope it’s more than that.