Chapter Sixty
Mickey and Amy followed Babbs into the Supervisor’s old office where Tyson and Cat stood beside a desk heaped with personal belongings, but no satellite phone. “Where was he hiding?”The office chair squeaked as Mickey lowered her weight into it.
“Like I figured, he was holed up in one of the galleries on the fourth tier,”Tyson replied, “living in a pocket behind a twenty-six inch steam pipe. Every time he crawled over the pipe his boot left a scuff mark. One or two scuff marks you wouldn’t notice. But I counted a couple of dozen.”
Mickey eyed the smelly rummage-pile on the desk in front of her. “And this is everything?”
“Yup. Right down to the tin can he pissed in at night.”
“Lovely thought...”Mickey pulled a moldy sleeping bag from the tangle of belongings. “God, this t
