Chapter Forty
Mickey’s head rebounded, her attention now on Babbs. “A weapons locker?”
“Yeah. We were searching the Supervisor’s sleeping quarters and I noticed a throw rug under the bed. It struck me as odd, who puts a rug under a bed? So we pulled the bed out from the wall. The rug covers a locked metal cabinet welded into the steel floor.”
“If it’s locked, how do you know it’s a weapons locker?”Mickey asked.
Babbs smiled. “It’s got A-R-M-S painted on it, in big yellow letters.”
“Christ.”Mickey was sitting on the edge of the bed now, her spine locked. She pointed to Babbs. “Get Cat and Tyson in here. Right now. If they’re sleeping, roust them up.”
Babbs, with a big grin on her face, bolted out the door.
“What about the phone?”Sparky wanted to know.
“Leave it for now, it’s safe en
