Sean said, “There has to be a door somewhere, but we don’t have time to find it.” Attacking the wall with their tools, they methodically cut a large hole in it. Shining a flashlight through Sean peered in the hole. “Damn!”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see,” he replied. “Hurry!”
With renewed vigor they attacked the wall. Soon they stepped through a large hole and stared at walls of electronic devices. On the other side of the wall there appeared to be a door. Sean pointed at it. “It’s accessed from the other room, the one that was dead-bolted.”
There was a bank of TV screens against one wall that was showing the interior of all the huts.
“That’s Hut Number One,” Sean said, pointing to one screen.
“And Champ’s Hut Number Two,” Michelle said, pointing to another screen.
She motioned to a bank of computer screens against another wall. Streams of numbers were flowing across all of them.
“They’re secretly recording the data on the computers in Champ’s hut,” Sean exclaimed.
“So Len Rivest was right. There is a spy at Babbage Town, an electronic one,” Michelle said. She glanced up at a red light blinking on a device on one wall. “Oh, shit, is that what I think it is?” she cried out.
They plunged through the hole and ran toward the stairs as the silent alarm burned red.
“What about Horatio?” Michelle called out.
Sean stopped dead, turned back and raced down another corridor. He pounded on Horatio’s door. When Horatio opened it Sean grabbed him and hustled him down the hall.
“Why are we running?” Horatio puffed.
“Avoiding death,” Michelle snapped.
At that, the little psychologist put on an enviable burst of speed.
“How are we getting out of here?” Michelle asked. “The front entrance is guarded.”
“By boat,” Sean answered. “Come on!”
The three made their way quickly down to the boathouse catching only two glimpses of guards along the way and neither one seemed to know about the break-in at the secret room.
“Are we sure that silent alarm was even working?” Michelle said.
“Should we call Sheriff Hayes?” Horatio suggested.
“I’m not trusting anyone right now,” Sean replied firmly.
They reached the boathouse and Sean broke open the storage shed, grabbed the keys for the Formula boat, lowered the lift and they were soon in the water and drifting down the York on idle throttle with their running lights off.
“Keep a lookout,” Sean warned.
Michelle seemed puzzled.
“What’s the matter?” Sean asked as he looked at her from the captain’s chair.
“Why did Viggie come down to the boathouse, get in a kayak and paddle out into the river?”
“You said she didn’t say why.”
“We’d come down here once before and gone out on the kayak. She said it was one of the best times she’d ever had. Then we raced back to the
house after making a bet: If I beat her she had to talk to me about codes and blood. I did win, she got a little ticked off and started playing the song crazy, but she did play it.”