Shift:A Virals Adventure(7)

“Yes. Yes of course.”

“Okay, then.” I clapped Hudson’s shoulder, then hurried down the hallway, trying not to laugh. What a maroon.

“Oh, Mr. Stolowitski?”

I froze. Worried the shoulder tap had pushed it too far.

“Yes?” Swiveling to face him.

“Thieves may be hiding somewhere on this island.” Hudson gave me a hard look. “I’ll inform your father you’re here. Just to be safe.”

“Excellent.” Crap crap crap. “Saves me the trouble.”

I hustled to join the others by the elevator.

Problem: Dad didn’t know I was coming out to Loggerhead that morning. And if he called home, Mom would find out I’d lied about my plans.

That meant trouble.

Ruth Stolowitski was not to be trifled with, especially by her own son.

She’d swim out here if she thought I’d played her.

I caught up with the gang just as the elevator arrived. Tory entered and pressed three. Waited until the doors closed.

“Midi-chlorians?” She grabbed the bridge of her nose. “Dagobah University?”

I shrugged. “Hey, it worked.”

Her hands flew up. “Why couldn’t you keep it simple? Or believable?”

“Because unlikely and complicated are easier to sell. That’s a fact. Besides, what are the odds Lieutenant Fake Cop has ever watched a Star Wars movie? Is there a number less than zero?”

“Negative one,” Shelton said. “And I can’t believe you said ‘a species of tauntaun.’”

“Arctic tauntaun,” I corrected. “Personally, I thought ‘Dr. Vader’ was the low point. But we got away with it, that’s all that matters. Almost, anyway.”

Ben laid a hand my shoulder. “Almost, Thick Burger?”

He squeezed. I swear my collarbones creaked.

“Unhand me! You’re tearing my rotator cuff!”

Ben released his grip. I rubbed my aching limb. “If you ruined my baseball career, you’ll hear from my lawyer.”

“Hi!” Tory clapped her hands in agitation. “Explain.”

“No biggie.” I flexed my shoulder, casting accusatory glances at Ben. “But Hudson’s gonna tell my father we’re here. And he could come looking for me, since I gave my mom a different explanation of our whereabouts.”

“I don’t want to know.” Shelton’s palms covered his glasses. “Wait. Yes, I do. Where are we supposed to be right now?”

“I told her we were going to a shark festival.” Offhand. “In Walterboro.”

Ben chuckled. Tory’s eyes found the ceiling.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Shelton’s hands shot outward. “And nobody goes to Walterboro. Why do you do that?”

“Conceptually, it’s hard to visualize,” I agreed. “Maybe it’s more of a film society than a traditional festival. Or a Jaws fan-fiction conference.”

Mercifully, the elevator doors opened.

“Enough.” Tory stepped into the hall. Lights off. No one in sight. “Let’s hurry, we don’t have much time.”

The third level consisted of offices, the smaller Lab Two, and the sprawling Lab Three. A cubicle village filled the center of the floor. From where we stood, narrow hallways ran left and right.

Though usually packed with lab-coated techs and scientists, that day the corridors were deserted.

“Coast’s clear.” Tory hurried down the left-hand passage to a well-lit chamber spanning the building’s eastern end. A floor-to-ceiling Plexiglas wall separated the room from the corridor, which turned ninety degrees and continued to the building’s rear.

“Whoa boy.” Shelton’s eyes bugged behind his lenses.

Lab Three was a showroom-sized rectangle, interspaced by half-a-dozen workstations in the room’s middle. Industrial-sized storage cabinets lined the windowless outer walls, with a bolted stainless-steel countertop running just beneath.

“Jeeeeeez.” I understood Shelton’s astonishment.

When I’d last visited with my dad, Lab Three had been jammed with all kinds of dope equipment. Like a scene from an outbreak movie.

Now it looked like a war zone.

Workstations were stripped. Cut wires hung from tabletops. A computer bank was completely missing, its security cables severed. Servers, modems, routers, you name it. All gone.

Files lay scattered everywhere. Broken glass covered the floor. Several cabinet doors stood ajar, their contents smashed, scattered, or missing.

“This place was freaking trashed,” Shelton squawked. “It’s like a tornado passed through here.”

I knelt beside pile of empty drawers. “Whoever did this didn’t make any attempt to conceal their crime. It was a smash and grab, pure and simple.”

Tory’s eyes were roving the room. “We need a plan.”

“Looks like ninja work,” I quipped. “We should check for throwing stars.”

Ben shot me a look, but my excitement grew unchecked.

Honestly? I was thrilled.

Not that LIRI had been jacked. Or that Lab Three had been totaled. That was all uncool.

I was stoked because we were standing at the scene of a legitimate crime. A true heist. A bona fide whodunit.