James rolled up the back of the truck and climbed in. I followed.
“Okay, Kemo Sabe, we’re going to see what the gossip is.” He set the tripod about halfway back in the box of his truck and aimed the wand at the front window of Chen’s.
Putting on his headphones, he pulled the trigger.
I watched the small metal box that was wired to the wand. A meter was flashing. “The meter, James. It’s flashing.”
He nodded. “We’ve got contact.”
We were buried far enough back that it was dark, and although I doubted that anyone was watching, I was sure they couldn’t see us.
“Extra starch in the shirts, Skip.”
“You can hear that?”
“Here.” He pulled off the headphones and handed them to me. I put them on, leaned over, and pulled the trigger.
“Yes, Mrs. Crider. We’ll have them for you Tuesday. Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll ask Su Ning if she will sew two new buttons on the shirt.” The sound was clear, although I picked up street noise that was pretty loud.
In a minute, a woman emerged, turned right, and walked down the sidewalk. I could hear what sounded like an industrial strength fan running in the background, but there were no voices.
“Nothing else, James. You might be right.”
“Let’s head up the street. We can get a straight shot into the office window if we park back in the next block.”
I was getting into the spirit of the whole thing. We left the sliding door open, and I stayed in back with The Sound Max. James drove out of the small parking area and past Chen’s, stopping about a block away. Through the rear of the truck I could see the back window of the dry cleaner. James came around and climbed back in.
“How do you know that’s the office?”
“I don’t. But aren’t offices always in the back?”
I shrugged my shoulders. We had nothing to lose.
James put on the headset and pulled the trigger and I saw the meter flashing red and green. He was shaking his head and I wished we had two sets of headphones.
“He’s in there.” James was talking at about twice his normal volume.
“James. You don’t have to yell.”
“Oh, yeah.” He was quiet for a moment. “They’re talking about Mr. Chen’s business.”
“Oh, well that’s got to be exciting. How Su Ning sews her buttons or what?”
“No, shhh.”
I was quiet for a moment.
“How Mr. Chen will be able to retire after this next project. How he is looking forward to closing the shop and-” He got quiet for a moment, then pulled off the phones and handed them to me, motioning that I should put them on.
“The codes. It’s imperative Feng. We should have them by now.”
“Obviously we had a slight problem. There was a death in the immediate family.”
“You must put some pressure on to get them. Now. How much more emphasis can I put on this?”
“This is a sensitive area. It’s not possible to just walk in and demand-”
“Feng. This group forgets where they leave laptop computers with worldwide secrets on them. They allow workers to walk off with nuclear material, personnel information, and all types of secure matter. Feng, our own Chi Mak stole thousands of pages of information on weapons, nuclear reactors, and propulsion systems for U.S. submarines. For twenty years this organization was blind to his theft. They are the most inept establishment in the world. All we are asking for are the combinations. They should fall all over themselves to give them to you. You ultimately need them so you can install your security software. All we are asking is that you get them early. Early, Feng. We need them-now.”
“You are right.” Feng sounded remorseful.
“We’ve stressed this to Mr. Conroy.”
“Once there was a breach in our own security we did take care of it. That took some time, and we didn’t want to raise any red flags. You must understand that.”
Chen or whoever the other party was laughed. “Red flag?”
“The parties who had the information are no longer with us. There were four actual incidents.” I knew that voice. It wasn’t Feng. Who was it? I’d heard it before, recently, and I listened intently.
“And you would like me to compliment you on your ability to deal with problems in your own business? I’m sorry, Feng. I cannot do that. You have been retained, at a very high price, to take care of those situations. It was your job.”
Feng once again jumped in. “They learned about the project, and we removed them. There is a level of trust that I have to gain now.”
“And there’s a time frame that has been moved up. Remove the obstacles, and give me the codes. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.” I could tell by his voice that he didn’t.
“Feng, to you this is a job where you will be paid. Very well, I might add. But you don’t really understand. Maybe Conroy does. But you don’t. You don’t understand what we can do with these codes. What Chi Mak accomplished is nothing to what we can do. But that’s for another day and another time. Let me put it very clearly. If you don’t produce the codes in the next forty-eight hours, I’ll find someone who can.”
“Yes.”
“If you let anyone interfere with the project-anyone, I’ll find someone else. And your involvement with our plan will be permanently erased. I have pressure, Feng. You couldn’t believe the pressure that I have.”
Codes and combinations. James was looking at me with a frown on his face. I could sense he was worried about what I was hearing. I handed him back the headset. I didn’t need to hear any more. It was all being recorded on a card, so we could play it back later that night. It sounded to me like Feng’s life was being threatened.
James listened intently, nodding as if in agreement with the Asian men. Finally he pulled the earphones off and turned off The Sound Max. “What is going on?”
“James, you tell me. Does it even have anything to do with Synco Systems?”
“Oh, come on. Every word. I think this thing is very shady. Very shady.”
My phone blared “Born in the U.S.A.” and I glanced at the caller’s number. I didn’t recognize it. “Hello.”
“Skip? This is Andy Wireman.”
“Yeah, Andy.” I glanced at the clock on my cell phone. 6:40. We had to hustle to get back. Mrs. Conroy would be there in twenty minutes.
“We’ve got a serious problem.”
That’s exactly what we needed. Every project needs a very serious problem. “Andy, can it wait until morning?”
“No.”
I sighed. James picked up on the urgency and moved in closer. I tilted the speaker toward him. He may as well know whatever Wireman knew. James and I, as usual, were up to our asses in this thing. “Tell me what the problem is.”
“You know that smoke detector that James installed in Conroy’s office?”
We both looked at each other. My hand started shaking and I seriously thought I would drop the phone. James shook his head back and forth like he didn’t want to be reminded of that smoke detector.
“Yes, Andy.”
“It went off.”
“It went off? There was a fire?” Jody told us that it really worked. I just hadn’t considered there would be a real fire.
“It went off and there was no fire. A false alarm.”
Whew. “Well, what could be the problem. It’s defective and we’ll switch it out for one of ours tomorrow.” Problem solved. No wonder I was Person in Charge of the Project, or whatever I was.
“No, Skip. We went up and opened it, trying to quiet it. And Skip, this smoke detector is unlike any I’ve ever seen. I think you need to come over here immediately.”
“Immediately?”
“Immediately.”
Mrs. Conroy was coming over, and I had to be there for her. Wireman was concerned about the detector and I couldn’t leave him with that. “Andy, can this wait maybe one hour?”
I could hear conversation in the background. “I don’t think so, Skip. Sandy Conroy is here and he wants some answers right now.”