Page 42 of Ozzie


Font Size:

“Hummus, tomato, lettuce,” JB says between bites.

“I grabbed both a vegan and a vegetarian sandwich just in case,” Harding says.

JB finishes his off. “What else did you get?”

“Egg salad.”

JB lights up. “I’ll take that too.”

Harding holds up her hand. “Give that one a few minutes to digest first.” She walks around the outer wall. “Anyone seen an outlet? Found one. I found a charger that works with my phone in one of the desk drawers in the back of the shop.”

JB nods and then finishes his coffee. “What are we going to do for twenty-four hours?”

“Sleep,” Lightning says.

“We’re going to check this entire place out and be ready in case someone comes looking for you before we leave. And we will take shifts sleeping,” I explain.

“I’m not tired,” JB says.

“You will be,” I tell him. “And even if you aren’t later, you sleep when you can.”

I head back to the front window. “Where did you put the snowmobiles?”

“Behind an abandoned trailer about one hundred yards from the back door. It’s not great, but I figured we might want them close,” Lightning says.

We spend the next couple of hours checking every door and window twice. The building connects to what appears to have been a terminal for passengers to board ferries.

“There are a lot of entry points,” Harding says, summing up what I’m worried about.

“After they search the airport, they are going to search other points of exit,” I say.

Harding nods. “They will. But I’m hoping they don’t discover their men are done for several hours.”

“The kid’s out,” Lightning says. “How do you want to split up sleeping and guard duty?”

“Lightning, you sleep first. We should have two on guard at all times.”

“Agreed,” I say. “We can figure out the schedule and wake you when it’s time.”

Lightning nods. “Sounds good to me. I’m going to lie down near the kid.”

“One of us should stay up front and the other near the terminal entrance,” Harding says. She walks to where her phone has been charging and checks in. “It’s still cold, so the snow should still be crunchy.”

“One benefit of getting caught in a snowstorm, I guess.”

Her mouth curls in a semi-smile. But then it falls. “No new messages from my contact. I’ll let him know I was able to charge my phone.”

We each take our position and keep watch. Harding takes the next sleep time. And I plug my phone into the charger.

Lightning rubs his eyes. “See anyone outside?”

“No.” I glance at my phone again.

“No news on Piper?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Durango isn’t going to send you any updates while on assignment. Hell, he might not send you updates at all if he was willing to transfer to Seattle to get away.”