Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
I listened to the small speaker mounted above the rack. A low, rushing sound filled the small space, like water running through a pipe deep underground.
“Is the video active?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Vance said. “We have the cameras set to trigger on motion. Right now, the apartment is dark. If we turn on the infrared sensors before they arrive, the lens might catch a reflection on the glass.”
I leaned my back against the metal wall of the van, the cold steel radiating through my winter coat. My left wrist felt bare, and I kept reaching down to touch the empty skin where my father’s watch had lived for thirty years.
“She told Mia she was staying at the apartment near the campus tonight,” I said, my voice quiet in the dark van.
“We checked her vehicle’s transponder,” Vance said. “She turned off the highway twenty minutes ago. She is headed straight for this block.”
“Does Mia know?”
“No,” Vance said. “We keep her out of this until we have the tape. If we tell her now, she might call her mother, and the whole thing falls apart.”
