He shouted, “No exceptions for polluters,” a few times and the small group joined him for another seven or so repetitions. He kept his eye on the van, only to see it stop and back out between the rows of cars. Once on the main entry road, it followed the taxi that had been behind it and was now headed for a back entrance.
Cricket was disappointed. The city council had voted two nights ago to allow Prolabs’ development to proceed. The bulldozers would resume immediately, and according to the building plans filed, the company was set to pour concrete in less than two weeks. Love the Earth would need a lot more public support than they currently had to stop it from happening. Otherwise, they would have to resort to sabotage.
The taxi reached the small auxiliary parking lot near the R amp;D building. “Let me off near the main door,” Rudker said abruptly. He paid the man and gave him a ten-dollar tip. Grabbing his shoulder bag, he’d hauled himself out of the cab. It irritated him that he would have to carry his bag back to his car in the main parking lot later, but it was better than facing the protestors.
Rudker checked his watch: 4:31. Peterson would still be here. A vehicle door slammed behind him. Rudker turned and saw that the media van had followed him back here. Damn. A blond little reporter tried to attract his attention. Rudker jogged for the R amp;D building.
When the van door slammed in the parking lot, Sula jumped so hard she smashed her knee on the underside of the desk. Unnerved, she shoved the drawer closed and bolted out of the chair. It was time to go.
Sula moved toward the door. As she reached it, she heard a faint click behind her, as if something had shifted or fallen. An odd little sound that she couldn’t ignore. She turned back and opened the drawer again. Lying on top of the green file folders-where nothing had been moments ago-was a CD case. Stuck to it were strips of scotch tape. It had been taped to the underside of the upper drawer and had fallen lose when she slammed the bottom drawer.
Heart still pounding, she grabbed the CD. If Warner had hidden it, it must be important. Sula wished like hell she had somewhere to put the disk. But neither her A-line black skirt nor her tailored button-up blouse had a pocket. She untucked her blouse, shoved the case under the waistband of her nylons, and started for the door again. As she grabbed the handle, she remembered the papers in the copier. Swearing under her breath, she turned back.
Moving quickly, Sula pulled the originals from the feeder tray and shoved them into the top drawer of the closest filing cabinet. She knew she should relock the cabinets, but her nerves would not let her stay a moment longer. She couldn’t even let herself stop and look at her watch. She snatched up the copies she’d made and bolted for the door.
In the hallway she turned left, intending to head back out the way she’d come in. Then she saw him and her heart missed a beat. Rudker was just inside the entrance and coming her way. For a split second, they made eye contact.
Sula spun around and strode in the other direction.
“Hey!” He called after her, but she kept going. She couldn’t be caught with the copied files. If not for the paperwork, she would have faced him. Running from the boss looked pretty bad, but it wasn’t necessarily grounds for termination. If she could only make it to the side exit.
A female voice came out of nowhere. “Stop. I want to talk to you.”
The busybody reporter caught up to Rudker and grabbed his arm. “I just want a short statement.” He shook her off and kept moving. That damn PR person had been standing in front of Warner’s office with a handful of paperwork. Now she was running from him. She had taken the papers from Warner’s files; he was sure of it.
“A shot of you running from the press will make great coverage for me and bad publicity for you,” the reporter yelled after him. Rudker hesitated. He saw Sula turn right at the end of the hall. Shit. There was a side door near the labs. Where would she go once she was outside? Across the courtyard to the corporate building? Through the parking lot? Rudker thought it might be better to head her off once she was outside the building.
He stopped and turned. The little newswoman was right in front of him and he nearly knocked her down. Her cameraman was huffing along right behind her.
“I’ll give you one short statement and you’ll leave me alone. And you can’t air any images of me walking away. Deal?” He didn’t know why the protestors were out front, but it didn’t matter. He knew what he would say.
“Deal.” She turned to the guy with the camera. “Ready?”
“Roll.”
She held out the microphone. Rudker smiled and said, “Making life-saving medicines is the greatest business in the world. Protesting against it demonstrates ignorance and a lack of compassion for people who are suffering.”
He closed his mouth and waited for the cameraman to get out of his away. When he did, Rudker pushed past both of them and ran out the main door. He didn’t see Sula in the courtyard, so he started around the side of the building.
Once outside, Sula’s instinct was to run to the front of the R amp;D lab, cross the courtyard, and scoot into main building where she could hide in the safety of her own office. She resisted the idea and turned right instead, running toward the back of the R amp;D building. From there, she had two choices: keep going up the hill into the trees or go right again and head for the auxiliary parking lot. Her instincts said trees. She loved the forest and always felt safe and happy there. She’d spent half her childhood hiking the hillside behind the family trailer.
Again, she resisted her impulse and sprinted across the narrow lawn that spanned the back of the building. The grass was soggy and her heels squished into the soil underneath, slowing her down. For a fleeting second, she wondered if any of the scientists were looking out the windows as she passed, wondering about the absurdity of her mad dash.
As she neared the corner, she slowed, chest heaving from exertion. It occurred to her that Rudker may have anticipated her moves. The last voice she’d heard behind her had not been his. Someone else, a woman, had spoken to him, perhaps slowing him down. To recoup that time, he had probably gone back out the front to cut her off. He could be right around the corner, waiting to grab her.
Sula stopped and gulped in air. A small cry of anguish rose in her throat. She fought the urge to sob. She had to be smart about this. Tall shrubs adorned the corner of the building, so she squatted between the greenery and the wall and peered around the corner. Her view was partially blocked by another shrub, so she slowly rose until she could see the full length of the building.
Rudker stood at the far corner, staring into the parking lot. Sula pulled back, stumbled through the shrub, and took off running-back the way she’d come, passing the same labs with the huge windows. Terrifying as it seemed, she decided to go back inside the R amp;D building. She would find a place to hide. Rudker might not think to look for her there. She hoped he would give up and go about his business.
Sula rounded the next corner, swinging wide around the shrubs. She sprinted for the side door, reached it, and turned the knob. It was locked.
The master key Marcy had given her for Diane’s office was still in her right hand. Her left hand clutched the papers she’d copied. They were badly crumpled on one edge, but she still had them. A small sob escaped her throat. She had risked so much without even know if they had anything useful.
She remembered the disk and clutched at her stomach. It was still there. She could feel it through the layers of fabric. With trembling fingers, she shoved the key in the door knob and turned. It clicked. Thank God. She entered the building, found the hallway empty, and headed for the labs in the back.