Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
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Rosh.
The door closes behind him as he leaves for work I wait for ten minutes and tap my foot impatiently. I’m itching to get back into his wardrobe. I tiptoe over to the door and open it to peer left down the corridor, and then right. He’s nowhere to be seen. All is silent and the coast is clear.
Time for business.
I close the door behind me, lock it, and then grab the chair to lift it over to the wardrobe where I carefully climb up. I stand and peer into the darkness and feel up over my head. My clumsy hand clambers around and I just can’t seem to reach the fake roofing. I stretch farther and nearly fall off the chair.
Damn it, why can’t I find it today? I found it by accident last time. I jump a little and hit the roof and sure enough, it releases. I push the fake roof up and slide it to the side. I feel around and finally locate the sought after phone. My eyes glance around guiltily and I slide the roofing back into place, close the wardrobe, and put the chair back at the desk. I then take out a pen and paper, lock myself in the bathroom, and take a seat on the floor. I click on images first and go straight to the picture of the attractive girl and the young boy. Is this his family? Who is this girl? I slide across until I get to the photo of the two of them with the young man and I study it for a moment. He has his arm around her and she is leaning her head back onto him. They look like a couple… a family. I swipe through the images once more and then come back to this one again. I frown as I think. No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s.
I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report.
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1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee
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1208HPick up after deliveryTea
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1190IPick up 14thStatue
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1211H Pick up 11thNA
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1130CCNon disclosedBook
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1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue
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1289WPPADFlooring
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Hmm, what do these mean?
Okay, so container 1267 has something in coffee. CC…what is CC? I bite my thumbnail for a moment as I contemplate this. I take out my pen and paper and start to copy down the note.
What the hell is CC?
Where is Google when I desperately need it?
Container 1208 has something in tea and the pick up is after delivery. After delivery? Does that mean after we get to Puerto Rico? And what is H?
H… H… H is for…?
My eyes widen. Holy fuck. H is heroin. I think for a moment. Shit, CC must be cocaine.
I put both of my hands over my mouth in shock. Cocaine is hidden in the coffee and heroine is hidden in the tea.
Crap. This is some serious shit. My heart rate picks up and my eyes flicker around nervously. What if I get caught copying this down?
Why does he even have it? What if he gets caught copying this down? Who did he copy this from?
Shit, I continue down the list.
1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue
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1289WPPADFlooring
1140. DMD. What is that? What is DMD? God, I really do need to find out what all of this shit means. Whatever it is, it’s in a statue. I wonder how big of a statue?
I tap my foot as I think. Okay, the first thing I need to do is find the container and try to get into it. Which container do I want? I go back through the list with my pen. It needs to be small enough for me to…
I have to ask him how I’m getting off this ship. Maybe I will be searched?
So much to think about. I put the phone back where it belongs and after carefully hiding my note, hop into the shower.
I let the hot water run over me as I try to devise a plan.
I’m going to do this, Momma. This is my chance and I’m taking it. I’m breaking free.
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“Ready to go?” Angela asks from the corridor as I open the door. I smile, grateful she has been so nice to me and has come to get me to take me with her for the day.
“So where are we going again?” I ask.
“Top deck?”
I frown.
“Up on top of the control room we have a place that we call top deck. Sun lounges and the gym and stuff are up there.”
I raise my eyebrows in shock. “Sun lounges?”
She laughs. “Don’t get too excited, it’s a long way from Ibiza. You have a swimming suit, don’t you?”