“Hey, boss,” Jessie Cartwright said, dropping another greasy bag of food down on the circulation desk, “You talk to Bob yet?”
“You know,” I said, “Soon you won’t be able to bring food in here anymore.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna hate it,” Jessie said, handing me a cola, “What about Bob, boss?”
“I saw him yesterday,” I said, picking a french fry from the bag, “He says everything’s okay.”
“That’s what he says.”
“Sooo… Okay, then.”
I sat in a chair in front of a computer and booted it up, “You think you can get these things to where I can remote access them?”
“What like, total control and stuff?”
“Yeah, take full control. Like if somebody didn’t want to get off I could log it off from the desk rather than get right in their face,” I said.
Jessie nodded, “Yeah, I could hook that up. Have to hide the program that ties them together, but that’s not hard. Hell, worse comes to worse we just rig the power to one hub and set up a main switch.”
“Huh, yeah. Maybe if we ever get the money to set the basement back up,” I said, “Speaking of which-”
“Lovefool” by the Cardigans began playing.
Jessie pulled his cell phone from his pocket and answered it, “Hello.”
I went back to the computer. Then my own phone started to ring.
“This is Evan,” I said.
“Evan, it’s Dave.”
“Hey, Pastor Dave. Everything okay at the church?”
“What? Yeah, all fine but have you seen the news?”
“No, been in the library all day. What’s up?” I navigated to the local news affiliate website and waited for the Internet to catch up.
“No shit,” Jessie said into his phone, “All of them?”
“Have you seen Bob?” Dave said.
“Yesterday, I was looking for him.”
“You said he was one of them, right? The rest are dead,” Pastor Dave said.
“Who?” I said, then the headline flashed in front of me.
“Gang Found Dead.”
“Those Yellow Bastards,” Dave said, “They found them in the woods this morning. All of them shot to death.”
Jessie leaned down next to me, “You gotta be kidding me,” he said and pointed to the screen. The newspaper had photos of several gang members, mostly mug shots. Below were maps of the crime scene. The satellite image showing where the bodies were found matched the one I had printed out days ago. The same map Bob had taken from me yesterday when he told me everything would be fine.