6: Diya, Once More
WHITE PARKED THE VAN behind the morgue. He jumped out and looked for any door that might have been left open. Security at the main entrance was tight. There was a requirement to present one’s credentials at reception, but people tended to misbehave and leave security to chance in the backside.
He was not disappointed.
A door had been left open; a little rock was wedged against the door preventing it from closing. A small bottle, half-full of cigarette butts and ashes was left on the ground a little off to the side. It was clear this was smoking central.
He opened the door and peered in before entering. He shaded his face as he looked up. There were several cameras. No doubt, all of them were functioning. He made a mental note to look for the server room and erase tod
