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Featured Author - October Bruekmann Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month. |
It served me well. I went behind the bar where I had set up the monitor. I flicked it on. The image came in slowly, gradually increasing in clarity. It was a black-and-white image of Mr. Hancock and Heidi. The girl walked ahead of the old man, and then stopped. She was still shaking her head as if dazed. Her mouth was still moving, but there were no microphones in the bathroom to pick up what it was that she was saying. I guessed she was still muttering in disbelief about having made a mistake at pool. The pair couldn’t have been more than five feet from the hidden camera on the other side of the mirror. After ensuring that the bathroom door was locked, the old man set his briefcase on the counter by the sink and opened it up. Because of the position of the camera, I couldn’t tell what was inside the briefcase. The old man began by un-tucking Heidi’s sweatshirt as she stared at the floor. Very peculiar. I felt a lump grow in my throat. Mr. Hancock’s hands were then back in the briefcase. From the briefcase, he produced a tightly coiled cable of some kind. It looked a little like an old telephone cord. One end was evidently connected to the briefcase. The other end had a heavy-duty industrial jack on it. Mr. Hancock steadied Heidi by putting a hand on her shoulder. Then, holding the jack in his other hand, he proceeded to plug it into a receiving port in the middle of Heidi’s back! After making sure that the connection was secure, Mr. Hancock turned his attention back to the contents of the briefcase. For some time, he seemed to be typing frantically on a keyboard of some sort that was now evidently linked to Heidi via that cable.
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