Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
The speaker on the wall gave a sudden, sharp pop, followed by a high-pitched squeal that made Miller wince and pull his headphones away from his ears. He turned a dial, and the noise settled back into a low, steady hiss.
“That was the elevator floor relay,” Miller said, his voice tense. “Someone just bypassed the tenth-floor junction.”
“Is it Mercer?” I asked.
“We have a blue sedan pulling into the underground garage,” Vance said, looking at a small handheld tablet that showed the exterior street cameras. “It is him. He is thirty minutes ahead of schedule.”
The screen on the left flickered once, a grid of green lines appearing across the dark surface before settling into a soft, gray image of an empty living room. A large leather sofa was visible in the center, flanked by two modern glass tables and a wide balcony door that looked out over the Denver skyline.
“The feed is live,” Miller whispered, his fingers resting on the recording deck.
The green indicator light on the recording deck glowing in the dark interior of the van.