Scene 21


Convention Center Delivery Entrance, Denver, Colorado


Ms. Thrush quickly activated her radio. “Thrush to flock, we’re at the delivery entrance. Dove is down. Prey has escaped and we need tracker now.”

She quickly turned to Erisianmonkey and pulled a large plastic bag from her purse. “Hold the jacket away from you and bring it here and put it in this bag.”

After he put the jacket into the bag, she sealed it and handed the bag back to him. “Hang on to this. Ms. Starling will want to examine it.”

She turned back to where Livingston and I were seated on the pavement. Livingston had been doing a quick examination of my head where it had been struck.

“How is it?” she asked.

“I don’t see any broken skin or bleeding, but I imagine he’s going to have quite a bump there,” Livingston answered her.

“How do you feel?” she asked me.

“A bit woozy,” I answered her, “but I should be okay in a little bit. Big Mikey really packs a punch.”

Just then the rest of my associates arrived. Ms. Swan quickly set up her laptop to monitor the tracking device that Ms. Thrush had managed to plant on Miss Ritchgarl.

Ms. Starling came up to us. “So, what happened?”

“It was Grant and his crew,” I answered. “They jumped us and took off with Miss Ritchgarl.”

“So, they’re working together?”

“I don’t think so,” answered Ms. Thrush. “It really didn’t look to me like Emma was going along willingly. She seemed to be struggling when Big Mikey carried her away.”

“This is going to change the mission,” I said. “Let’s head back to the hotel and we can go over the information we have.” I turned to Livingston and Erisianmonkey. “Gentlemen, I would like you to come with us. You may have noticed something that we missed.”