Chapter 34
Maggie Spritzer was the first to stir in the morning. She yawned, stretched, then rubbed her neck to ease the kinks out of her shoulders. It had been a while since she’d slept on a hard floor in her clothes, much less attended a picnic at the end of December. She looked around at her friends, who were sprawled in what were almost certainly painful positions. She eased herself up slowly, her muscles protesting. She was definitely out of shape. This was where she should make a promise to herself to get back onto a strict exercise program. She didn’t bother, for the simple reason that she knew she couldn’t or wouldn’t keep any such promise, to herself or anyone else, including Ted.
Maggie gingerly made her way to the front foyer and opened the shutters to see a winter wonderland. It must have stopped snowing during the night, but there certainly was a blanket of the white stuff as far as the eye could see. It was so blinding that she had to squint to ward off the glare. Away in the distance, she could hear the rumble of snowplows, and that was definitely a good thing. She closed the shutters and squeezed her eyes shut. Then she waited a few seconds before she opened them again and took in the comforting dimness of the foyer. When she felt something warm on her ankles, she looked down to see Cyrus, who was getting ready to nibble at her bare toes.
“Bet you want to go out, big dog, huh? Shhh, don’t wake anyone. Just let me get my shoes and jacket. Meet me at the back door,” Maggie whispered. Cyrus trotted off, and Maggie looked around for her shoes, which had come to rest under one of the chairs. Quickly pulling on her socks and shoes, she tiptoed out of the room to head for the kitchen. She slipped into her jacket, opened the door, and did a double take at the cold air. “Make it quick, Cyrus!”
Cyrus did as he was told and was back inside the building before Maggie could count to twenty.
Within minutes, she had the big twelve-cup coffeepot singing its song. Cyrus was rolling around on the carpet at the sink, which Jack had conveniently thought to throw in the dryer and place all dry in front of the sink before retiring for the night. Maggie headed off for one of the bathrooms, wondering why Jack had had a laundry room, albeit a small one, installed in the building.
True, there was a laundry room, but no spare toothbrushes or toothpaste. There was, however, a bottle of Listerine in the medicine cabinet. When in Rome . . . With a sigh, Maggie rinsed her mouth and washed her face. She winced at the condition of her hair. With no comb or brush in evidence, she wet her hands and ran them through her thick, corkscrew curls. Looking in the mirror a second time, she winced again but accepted that this was as good as it was going to get.
Back in the kitchen, she listened to the slowly percolating coffee. Within minutes, she could smell the tantalizing aroma; and then she heard stirring noises coming from down the hall, followed by moans and groans. Sleeping on a hard floor would do that to a body that was past its gloriously limber teenage years. The cots Jack had mentioned earlier had turned out to be a joke. At best, they were spindly and impossible to turn around on. It was Ted who gathered them all up and stacked them in the kitchen, telling Jack to return them to whatever outlet store he’d purchased them from.
One by one, the five boys staggered into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and cranky. Maggie grinned to herself as she set out doughnuts and bagels, which were a little less than fresh but would just have to do. Fine cuisine was definitely not on the menu this morning. As she poured cups of coffee and looked around, she said brightly, “Guess it stopped snowing, and the plows are out. I think we’ll be good to go in an hour or so. Now all you guys have to do is dig out the cars.”
Jack, the last one into the kitchen, said he wasn’t digging out anything because Harry had told him that the guys who’d installed the super-duper gates in the alley were also under contract to plow the alley. When they would get around to it, however, Jack had no idea. Harry had never said.
“The plows are already working the street out front. I heard them,” Dennis said.
“Good, good, that means FedEx should get here by noon. Soon as I have my coffee, I’m going to go online to see if our package is on the truck and what time it’s scheduled for delivery. Sparrow gave me the tracking number,” Jack said as he sank his teeth into a blueberry bagel.
Maggie started to giggle and couldn’t stop. “You all look like a herd of wild men. Good thing there are no ladies here aside from myself to see how fetching you all look so early in the morning.” Cyrus barked just to bark, a sign that he was neutral. Maggie kept on laughing as each of the guys tried to smooth down his bed hair.
Abner appeared, none the worse for wear. He even looked groomed, which was a feat unto itself. It turned out that he always carried what he called a hygiene kit in his backpack. He poured coffee, taking it black. He reached for a jelly doughnut and scarfed it down within seconds. “Very good.” But then again, Abner thought bologna sandwiches with ketchup were right up there with filet mignon. No one would accuse Abner of being a gourmet. “Anything happen in the world while we slept, aside from the storm’s abating?”
“Nothing,” Espinosa said. “We’re just waiting to see if Sparrow’s package gets here. I’m thinking we need to decide who is going to the Andover Building. We need to do a preparation run.”
“That we do, that we do,” Jack said, refilling his coffee cup. He was starting to feel more alive minute by minute. “I was thinking I would go in with Dennis since he spoke personally to Jamie Farrell, and if we run into any problems, he can call him right away. Or better yet, have him on an open line. I thought we’d leave Maggie in the lobby with whoever it is that sits at the reception desk, just to make sure that person doesn’t alert anyone else. Call it insurance. I thought the three of us would go in the Post van. Harry has my car, as you all know. Does that work for all of you?
“Once we get the checkbooks, we hightail it back here and let Abner take a look at them, then we finalize our plans for the take down tomorrow. Anyone have any questions?” No one did.
Jack headed off to the lavatory, calling over his shoulder to have someone call Harry and then Sparrow, to see if his flight had been canceled.
Cell phones were whipped out and numbers punched in while updates were announced as the guys took turns with the two lavatories.
The final report was that Sparrow had made it out on time, Brooks Brothers would open on schedule, and Michael’s Salon was waiting for its customers to show up. The weatherman said the sanitation department had worked through the night and the roads were drivable, and no government agencies had shut down, opting for delayed openings instead. While that was the good news, the bad news was that the weather-people had slightly miscalculated, and more snow would start to fall later in the afternoon.
Everyone moaned and groaned, even Cyrus, who pranced around woofing his displeasure at all the noise outside the kitchen area, where Harry’s people had arrived and were clearing the back alley.
“I think we are good to go, people,” Jack said. “Our package is on the truck for delivery sometime this morning. Okay, let’s hear it, who is going where this morning? We’re on a timetable here.”
“Dennis, Espinosa, and I, along with Maggie, are going in the van back to the paper, then Dennis will pick up the suits at Brooks Brothers in his Humvee and join us at Michael’s for our new hairdos. Maggie has to check in at the Post and make like she works there. Espinosa and I are good; we filed our stories late last night. No problems with us. We should all be back here by noon, one o’clock at the latest. We can pick up lunch on our way. Howszat?” Ted asked.
“Oops! I almost forgot. We have another stop to make. Joe called the specialty shop where Alexis shopped to replenish her red bag of tricks. He knows exactly what to buy and how to apply it all. He said he’s watched Alexis enough to get the hang of it.”
“Okay, that works. To be honest, I forgot about all of that. Abner?” Jack said.
Abner flexed his long, slim fingers. “I’m good, Jack. All I need are numbers and we’re home free. I’m thinking someone should double-check, if that’s possible, the whereabouts of the three Andovers. No one has mentioned Snowden and the tails he has on the three creeps. We need to confirm that all our birds are in their respective nests.”
“If anything was awry, Snowden would have been on the horn. But to answer your question, I have not heard from him. I’m not worried; Snowden is a pro and on top of his game. But it never hurts to err on the side of caution. Anything else?” Jack looked around when no one said anything. “Okay, move, and be aware of the time.”
“What are you going to do, Jack?” Dennis asked as he slipped into his heavy jacket.
“Talk to Bert, wait for FedEx, and try to reach my wife, who the last I heard had gotten to Atlanta and was waiting for the airport to open. I have to say, this is the longest trip in the world time wise. The last time I spoke to her, she said that she and Alexis were both zombies. The airports ran out of food, the hotels were full, the gift shops ran out of toothbrushes as well as toothpaste, and she’s like a bee-stung bear. Alexis, too, I guess.”
The fierce look on Jack’s face warned the others not to comment, so they remained silent. The moment Jack stopped talking, they all made a beeline for their outerwear. Cyrus barked his approval that things were finally moving. He ran to his basket of toys, pulled out a bright red elephant, whipped it into the air, caught it, then sprawled on the carpet by the sink, his statement made.
Five seconds later, the kitchen was empty. Jack waited a moment to hear the sound of the van starting up. When he turned around, he saw that Abner was gone, too. It was just him, Cyrus, and his thoughts.
Coffee in hand, Jack made his way to the conference room, where he sat down to go through the printout of Andover Pharmaceuticals’ financials. He reached for his calculator, his pen, and a yellow legal pad. He worked steadily, making columns of numbers, meticulously adding and subtracting as he allocated and reallocated what he thought was fair for all of those who were to be the beneficiaries of Andover’s munificent donation to the cause of all that was good and right in the world.
He set the papers aside and switched over to the personal finances of the three Andovers. Multimillionaires all. Well, not for long, he thought grimly.
Something was nibbling at the back of his mind, something Dennis had said earlier, possibly yesterday or the day before, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. He got up to pace around the long conference table. He did some of his best thinking when he paced. What was it? He stopped under the Jasper Johns painting, looked up at it in the hope it would give him his answer. Nothing came to him. He continued pacing, then stood under the Jackson Pollock painting. No help there, either. Shift into neutral, Jack. Let it come on its own. Right. Easier said than done.
Then Jack remembered his intention to call Avery Snowden. The operative growled a greeting on the first ring. “We’re all good here,” was all he said before he broke the connection. A man of few words, Jack thought. Still, he felt reassured.
Five minutes later, Jack almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door buzz at the front of the building. Cyrus was a black streak whizzing by him. FedEx? Jack ran after Cyrus, and told him to stay as he peeked through the plantation shutters. Sure enough, it was indeed a FedEx deliveryman. Jack could barely contain himself as he opened the door, stared at the driver as though he were the enemy, signed his name for both packages, slammed the door shut, and slipped both dead bolts into place.