| 3A Kat |
| Nash looked over the balcony railing of his apartment as he flipped open his cell phone. The view from there was identical to the one the bomber had flashed on the video screen before the tape self-destructed. Harvey’s earlier comment about Mission Impossible had left the theme music from the old television show playing in his head. “See anything?” Joe asked from inside the apartment. “Not yet,” Nash returned, then the building next door caught his eye. It had a similar view. “I think we’re in the wrong place.” He started dialing as they made their way back up the stairs to the lift. “Talk to me Harv,” Nash ordered. “I’ve got the picture coming in now,” Harvey said as he worked with the video feed in the area. “Gotcha.” “Good work. Set up the loop, then get the bomb squad in there. I think I’ve got the building sighted here. It’s the one next door to my place.” “The low rise that’s turning into yuppie central?” “That’s the one.” “Got it,” Harvey returned, already preparing the equipment to move to Nash’s location. “Where’s Michelle and Evan?” he asked. “They just checked in. They’re still looking. Now that we know that the signal can be picked up, we could use a news van to capture the feed and loop it,” he suggested. “They’ve got the equipment.” “Let’s keep that as a back up,” Nash said cautiously as he checked his watch. “We’ve still got a little over an hour. I’d like to try to catch this guy without having to worry about our every move on the eleven o’clock news. We’ll see you in a few. Oh! Hey Harvey?” Nash said as Joe slid the cage door closed and they began their descent. “Ever watch any of those old shows on late night and remember how annoying some of those old theme songs can be?” Harvey was thrown by the question for a moment. “Well, yeah,” he said hesitantly, wondering what it had to do with the case. “The old Andy Griffith show theme still drives me nuts when it gets stuck in my head.” “Hmm. Can you hear it in your head now?” Nash persisted. Harvey was half ready to whistle it when he asked, but hurriedly shook his head. “Unfortunately, yes I can.” “Good.” Nash shut off his phone. ~~~~~~~ Michelle and Evan both turned as they studied the view. “This is ridiculous,” Michelle said, shading her eyes from the glare of the midday sun. “How are we suppose to find this place from one look at a shaky picture?” “With cunning and wits,” Evan returned, then his eyes landed on someone watching them. “We’ve got comp...” Michelle turned swiftly when she heard the sudden rustle of the bushes near them, quickly falling into pursuit when the skulking figure bolted. “No! Michelle!” Evan yelled before following quickly behind. His heart lodging in his throat when the man ran into an abandoned building that exploded seconds later. He was thrown back from the blast, his ears ringing so loud that he could barely make out the sound of his own voice when he called out to his partner. “Michelle!” He began to cough as a wave of smoke and debris billowed out. “Michelle!” Evan sent up a grateful prayer when he saw her slowly raising herself into the prone position, completely covered in dust from the explosion. “Are you all right?” he yelled unknowingly as he helped her up. “I thought you were suppose to be the rash one, racing into everything blindly,” she managed to joke. “Not when you’re around sweetheart.” ~~~~~~~~ |
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