Operation Hell Gate - Marc Cerasini [80]
"Do you have a copy of your resume?"
"My what?"
"Your resume. You have worked before?"
"Yes, oh yes," Caitlin replied.
"Can you use a computer? Word processor?"
"No, not really. But I learn quick."
"Can you use a Xerox machine? We only use Xerox around here. Company policy."
"I used one once. In a Staples store."
"You better fill out the form, miss."
"But I don't have a pen."
Mamie Greene threw up her hands. "I'll give you a ballpoint, we have lots of those. But nobody's using my felt tip."
A suitable pen was found, and Caitlin began filling out the application. A moment later the doorbell rang again.
"I'll be right back," said Mamie.
Caitlin watched through the window as Mamie Greene spoke with the UPS man. Then she reached into her pocket and took out the lighter Jack had bought for her at a convenience store. She quickly stuffed a bunch of loose papers into the bottom of a nearly empty aluminum trash can, touched them with fire. Flames leaped up immediately, too many.
As per Jack's instructions, she tossed more paper onto the fire, not quite smothering it but almost. She wanted a lot of smoke and a little bit of fire, nothing more dangerous than that.
She looked for a place to hide the trash can, heard Mamie Greene say goodbye to the delivery man. Hurriedly Caitlin slid the smoldering can into a walk-in closet, too quickly to see what was inside. She only just made it back to her chair when Mamie returned.
"You aren't done yet?"
Caitlin smiled sheepishly. "There's a lot of writing."
"That's why we have computers."
"Are you the manager, then? Or is it Mr. Wexler?"
Mamie Greene chuckled. "Mr. Wexler died in 1957. I was working here then, too. I was the assistant office manager when Mr. Wexler was in charge. I was the office manager when his son took over the business. And I'm still the office manager now, after Junior sold the company to that Arab fellow last year."
"I see."
Mamie cocked her head, sniffed the air. "Do you smell smoke? I smell smoke..."
The woman spied brown smoke wafting out of the closet. "My stars!" she cried.
With a speed that was impressive considering her advanced age and considerable girth, Mamie hurried across the room and yanked an unwieldy fire extinguisher off the wall. Before Mamie could drag the heavy extinguisher to the fire, Caitlin hit the red emergency button on the wall next to the desk.
Shrill fire alarms echoed throughout the building. Stubbornly, Mamie crossed the room with the bulky extinguisher. But when she yanked the closet door open, roaring hot smoke rolled out, followed by licking orange flames. The woman squawked and dropped the canister. Caitlin peered inside the closet. In the rippling flames, she could see cardboard boxes and reams of papers lining the walls.
"My god!" Caitlin gasped. She wasn't supposed to set a real fire, only make some smoke. She jumped when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"Honey, let's get out of here," Mamie cried.
Caitlin raced into the waiting room, hands clutching her head. She didn't even have to fake panic as she began to scream.
"Fire! Fire! Mother of Mercy, the whole building is on fire!"
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12:59:26 P.M. EDT
Boulevard Diner, Forest Hills, Queens
Three cups of Joe and two Cokes. Liam had to piss but he was still knackered. He'd been up all night, mugged, almost run down by a subway, caught in a police raid, then an explosion — no wonder he couldn't keep his bleedin' peepers open!
He swung the stool around, ready to make a trip to the head, when he spied the Lynch brothers' Mercedes swing into a parking spot in front of the computer store across the road.
Finally.
Liam fumbled in his pockets, dumped money for the bill and a tip on the counter. Then he lifted the metal attache case and left the diner. He would be glad to get this over with. Tell Shamus about the raid in Brooklyn, and get rid of the case — he'd been carrying the damned thing for nearly twelve hours!
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