Page 45 of Stilettos and Outlaws
“Right back at ya.” I pulled on the hazmat suit and looked at myself in the side mirror. The hood covered most of my face and with a mask, I doubted anyone would recognize me. “Can you see my gun?” I spun in a circle.
“No, I can’t.”
I attached the ID card to my suit and climbed into the golf cart. “Let’s do this.” Off we went, but this time it was considerably slower.
“Dante’s room is still under quarantine and there are two Feds guarding the door,” Hank advised.
“They really think Roberts is going to come after Dante?”
Hank shrugged. “They seem to think so.”
“I can handle them. Anything else?”
Hank shook his head and stopped the cart by a maintenance door. “Once you are inside, hang a right and take the elevator to the third floor. He’s in room 305.”
“Thanks.”
His radio crackled to life. A deep male voice asked, “Security One what is your location?”
“On patrol in the west parking lot,” Hank replied, looking around uneasily.
I frowned. Were the Feds onto us?
“We need you to respond to the security office. Some of the cameras are down.”
“Copy that.”
“You disabled the cameras,” I gasped in horror. “That could cost you your job.”
Hank jumped out of the cart and unlocked the door. “Nah, the system has been on the fritz for two weeks now.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. This time maybe it’ll get fixed.” Hank opened the door and motioned me inside. “Be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” I entered the maintenance room.
Hank laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
“It’s not that funny.”
Hank kept laughing and shut the door.
He was as bad as my family. Making my way around an assortment of cleaning equipment, I cracked open the maintenance door and peeked out. The coast was clear. I turned right and headed for the elevators.
An older nurse with silver hair parked a metal cart filled with IV bags and needles by the nurse’s station and disappeared into the ladies’ room.
I casually walked over to it. Yay, the nurse’s station was empty. I put Dante’s dinner on the bottom shelf, fastened a mask over my mouth and wheeled the cart over to the elevators. I tapped my foot nervously. The way my luck had been running, she only had to wash her hands.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Whew! It was empty. As the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of the nurse leaving the restroom. She was going to be pissed when she discovered her cart was gone.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out. Sure enough, there were two Feds sitting outside Dante’s room. Both men were chowing down on sandwiches.
Hmmm. Kinda late for dinner, and boy, were they messy eaters. Their crumb-covered N95 masks were on the floor, instead of covering their faces.
Wheeling the cart over to them, I held out my ID card, and announced, “I need to change the patient’s IV.”
They barely glanced at my ID and waved me on.
