Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
By six o’clock, the winter darkness had settled completely over the city, turning the streets into long ribbons of red and white headlights. I was sitting in the back of a plain gray cargo van parked in a loading zone three hundred yards from the entrance of the high-rise.
The interior of the van was cold, smelling of old carpet and copper wiring. Two small bench seats were bolted to the floor, facing a metal rack filled with black metal equipment boxes and two small television monitors.
Vance sat next to me, a black knit cap pulled down over his ears. He was wearing a heavy woolen coat over his suit, his gloved hands resting on his knees.
A young technician named Miller sat in front of the monitors, his fingers moving across a soundboard with small, lighted sliders. He wore large, padded headphones over his ears, his face illuminated by the pale blue light of the screens.
“We have static on channel one,” Miller said, adjusting a dial on the left side of the rack. “The building’s concrete walls are thick. I am trying to filter out the elevator motor hum.”
