Notorious Nineteen

this,” Morelli said. “And I want you to call me when you get home.”
    “Deal.”

FOURTEEN
    I WAS THE first to get to the FedEx lot. Lula arrived a few minutes after me. Randy Briggs drove up a few minutes after Lula. We all had penlights and pepper spray. We were all dressed in black, just like in the movies. And we all felt sort of stupid. Okay, maybe not Lula, but definitely Briggs and me.
    “We’ll go in Lula’s car,” I said. “We’ll park in Myron Cryo’s lot and cut through the band of trees. I drove around the cul-de-sac when I first got here and there are no cars parked in front of The Clinic and no lights shining from any of the windows.”
    Lula killed her lights at the entrance to the Cryo lot and glided to a stop close to the greenbelt. We all piled out and crept through the trees and shrubs to the blacktopped driveway that led to The Clinic’s underground garage. There was asingle light shining over the garage entrance. And there was a light in a room at the far end of the second floor.
    The drop box was next to the roll-down door. The metal fire door was to the other side of the drop box. I opened the drop box door, clicked my penlight on, and took a look inside. It was going to be a tight fit for Briggs.
    “I’m not crazy about this,” Briggs said. “What if I get stuck? What if I get caught?”
    “If you get caught just tell them some college kids kid-napped you and put you in the box for fun,” Lula said. “Probably happens all the time to you little people.”
    “I got a gun,” Briggs said to Lula. “I could shoot you.”
    “You don’t scare me,” Lula said. “My gun’s bigger than your gun.”
    “Oh yeah?” Briggs said. “Haul it out and we’ll see who’s got the bigger gun.”
    “Jeez Louise!” I said. “Here we go with the gun stuff again. Stop the gun stuff! There’s no gun stuff! ”
    “She don’t understand the joys of shooting,” Lula said to Briggs.
    “She hasn’t got enough rage,” Briggs said. “She needs more rage.”
    “You’re going to see rage if you don’t stop talking and get in the box,” I said to Briggs.
    “Alley-oop,” Lula said, lifting Briggs up and sliding him in feetfirst.
    “I don’t fit,” Briggs said.
    “Sure you do,” Lula told him. “Just squish down a little.”
    Lula put her hand on top of Briggs’s head, compacted him into the box, and closed the door.
    “See,” Lula said. “I knew he’d fit.”
    There was a lot of swearing and banging around inside the box and then silence.
    Lula and I waited, staring at the box.
    “You think I should open it and look inside?” Lula asked. “If he’s dead I’m not pulling him out. Bad enough I just ran the risk of getting Briggs cooties. I’m not getting dead cooties. They’re worse than hospital cooties.”
    I opened the box and looked inside. Empty.
    “I think I hear something,” Lula said. “Sounds like he’s working at the lock on the door.”
    My cellphone rang. It was Briggs.
    “Hang tight,” Briggs said. “I can’t reach the deadbolt. I’m going to get something to stand on.”
    A minute later Briggs opened the door, and Lula and I scooted into the building. The garage was dimly lit. Two cars were parked in the garage. The black Escalade and a white panel van. We took the stairs to the first floor, and I cautiously poked my head out the door and squinted into a dark hall.
    “Stay here,” I said to Lula and Briggs. “I’m going to investigate.”
    I tiptoed down the hall, looking into empty, unfurnishedrooms with en suite handicap bathrooms. I was thinking that the building had been designed for use as a nursing home, but probably never had any residents.
    The hall was bisected by a nurses’ station from which a short corridor led to the small lobby and main entrance, and to the far side of the nurses’ station were more unused, unfurnished rooms.
    I retraced my steps and took the stairs to the second floor. The hall was dark, but I could see light spilling from a room on the far side of the center foyer. I’d been nervous as I walked the first floor. The nerves kicked up to heart palpitations and nausea when I stepped into the second-floor hall. The rooms on either side of the hall were obviously offices. Two of the offices were furnished and looked like they were being used. I didn’t want to take the time to snoop in the offices. The rest of the offices were empty.
    I crossed the center foyer, held my breath, and opened a door to a fully