Chapter 18
Ducky was watching his assistant cleaning the tools. Since he had called the young man back from Abby's lab, he noticed that he was distracted. He had been cleaning the same scalpel for the last 20 minutes.
The old ME could not stop thinking that his assistant behaviour did not match the one of a man who just had his life threatened, with the perpetrator still loose.
" Mr Palmer? " The younger man, didn't answer. He got closer.
" Mr. Palmer? "
The assistant was brough back from his thoughts, startled, his body immediately shifting positions. He then looked at the ME, and relaxed.
" Yes, Dr? "
" We are already close to the end of the work day. Why don't you go home? " He though better about what he said. " Where are you staying? "
" I'm staying at a hotel Dr. But I don't need to go yet. I can stay. "
" Go home lad. You need the rest. "
Palmer looked ready to object, but thought better.
" Sure Dr. I'll just put these away. "
The assistant finished cleaning the tools, put them on their places and left saying goodnight to his boss.
He then walked to his car, got in and drove to the hotel he was staying.
He wanted to keep working in case someone made a discovery. Not that it was any likely, but he was hoping for some luck. He had started this 'game' at disadvantage. He knew it, and she knew it.
He changed from his work clothes in to something more appropriate for what he was about to do. It was just a black long-sleeved t-shirt, black gloves, black combat pants, black boots that were resistant and still silent and flexible. To finish it a black jacket with a hood, loose enough so that his weapons don't show. He took of his glasses ( he didn't need them anyway ). He got his knifes, his gun and the rest of the gear he was always taught to carry on him.
He then left through the bathroom window, avoiding all cameras and walked to his car ( that he parked in a camera-free area ). He turned it on and drove to the address he got from Jack.
The address was an empty warehouse, he drove around it two times, taking notice of the streets around it, the movement on the area. There wasn't people around, no cars, no lights on the other warehouses. Just the one that he was supposed to go in. One light on in one door.
He stopped the car about two hundred yards from the warehouse, hiding it on the shadows given by the narrow corridor between the buildings. There wasn't street lights near and the night had no moon.
He climbed the fire escape and after he got high enough, entered through a window.
He was in an office, dust-covered everything. He made a sweep of the floor he was in. One of the offices had indications of being used. From the areas that were clear of dust, here was were she was sleeping.
Silently, he made his way downstairs, a knife in each hand. Paying attention to any traps and to the sounds around him. He looked around the open floor, until he saw her next message.