As soon as the police go running out of her warehouse Mrs. Grant gets down to business. “You idiots have a lot of work to do. We need to get all of the product out of this warehouse in the next fifteen minutes. They may come back. Technically with that idiot,” she says gesturing to the man who was stabbed, “getting attacked, this is a crime scene. Plus, the kid might show them the pictures he took if they catch him. We can’t take any chances.”
Four of her five men, including the injured one, start tearing open crates and digging drugs out. The fifth runs outside to pull their transport truck up to the side door so they can load it and get out of here. Walking back in he starts directing traffic. “Don’t forget the broken crates. There needs to be nothing here that proves anything. If they come back, this needs to be nothing but flower storage.”
Mrs. Grant goes into her office and shuts the door behind her. She takes a deep breath and circles her desk. Pulling a bottle of gin out of the bottom drawer, she pours herself a small paper cup full and downs it in one drink.
She sits and picks up her phone. She dials a number she knows by heart and is glad when the call’s answered quickly. “I know it’s late but this can’t wait. Two of your officers stumbled upon my warehouse tonight. Someone broke in and they may have found some evidence, which they may give to your officers. In case those officers come back, I’m getting this place completely clean. They may not come back and if they do they won’t find anything. If they push this though, I need you to kill it. Do you understand?”
After listening to the voice on the other side of the line for a moment she says, “Look, you owe me. You know I can put you out of your job if I need to. Don’t make me do that. The product will all be secured at one of our other facilities. I’ll ship flowers over there in a few days and we’ll get it all packed back up. It won’t mess up our timeline at all.” Waiting on the voice on the other end of the line, she pours another glass. “You won’t have to tell her. I’ll do it myself. She’s my next call.”
Hanging up the phone, Mrs. Grant pours herself a third glass of gin. She drinks this glass in one gulp as well before picking the phone back up. Finally she dials and waits for an answer. After a moment she says, “Hello ma’am, I hope you’re having a good night. I’m sorry to bother you so late but we may have a minor issue and I wanted you to hear it from me. Someone snuck into our main facility tonight and they may have found evidence of what we’re doing. It’d only be evidence of drugs and nothing that can be linked back to you or anyone else in power but I wanted you to know.”
The other voice starts in and yells so loud Mrs. Grant has to pull the phone away from her ear. Once the other voice stops she says, “I understand why you’re upset. I should have protected things better. I take full responsibility. I don’t know that we need to take action against the person who broke in. Even if he takes it to the police, I’ve already squashed it. We’ll have no trouble there. I think they may leave us alone going forward, they probably think they’ve already done all they can. Going after them could lead back to us though.”
The voice again starts in and after a moment Mrs. Grant ends the call by saying, “I understand, I’ll send their information over to you. Look it over and let us know what you want to do. We’ll handle them any way you decide. Have a wonderful night.”
Volume 2 Heroes of the City coming January 16th, 2019.