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Mummies and their Badboys   Private Viewing: 3
Final ViewingđŠđ«ŠđThe second message stayed on my phone overnight like a crack in the glass.Unknown: Nice cleanup with Hale. Professional. But he wasnât the only one who received the original files. The private viewing isnât over, Ms. Shaw. Iâll be in touch when I decide what the next piece is worth.Luca read it over my shoulder in the dark gallery after we had dressed. His jaw tightened once, then he reached past me and deleted it.âTheyâre bluffing,â he said. âOr theyâre not. Either way we donât wait for them to name a price.ââHow do you suggest we find someone who only exists as a number?ââHale.â He pulled on his jacket. âHe was the delivery system. Someone gave him the files or paid him to shoot them. Heâll know who. And right now heâs scared enough to talk if we ask the right way.âWe found Marcus Hale at a twenty-four-hour diner three blocks from the gallery, hunched over coffee he wasnât drinking. When he saw us the color left his face. Luca slid into the booth across fro
Mummies and their Badboys   Private Viewing: 2
Collectors and Unlocked Doorsđ§đŠđ The photograph stayed on my phone for three days. I looked at it more times than I should have, my bare thighs, Lucaâs hands gripping them, the edge of his own wrapped canvas in the frame, the time stamp glowing in the corner like an accusation. Every time I deleted the message it reappeared in my recently deleted folder until I finally left it there, a live wire in my pocket. Thursday arrived with the kind of late-summer rain that made the gallery windows look like they were melting. By six the floor was polished, the lights were set to the exact warm temperature the designer had specified, and the first of the heavy hitters had begun to arrive. Collectors. Two museum curators. A critic who had once called my eye âimpeccable and slightly cruel.â I wore black again, high neck, long sleeves, the armor version of the dress Luca had pushed off my shoulders three nights earlier. He walked in at 6:40 as the contract required. No hoodie. A black shir
Mummies and their Badboys   Private Viewing: 1
After Midnight in the GalleryđŠđ§đ«Š The motion sensor light in the east wing clicked on at 12:17 a.m. I stood perfectly still in the center of the main gallery, the alarm panelâs soft green glow the only other illumination. I had come back for the insurance binder I left on my desk. The building should have been empty. The night guard had signed out at eleven. The backup system was set to silent-alert-only, my preference after too many false alarms from the old wiring. Someone was moving between the white walls and the suspended canvases. I did not call out. I walked barefoot across the polished concrete, the hem of my black dress whispering against my legs, until I reached the partial wall that separated the emerging-artists wing from the rest of the space. A figure stood in front of the largest piece, my newest acquisition, still wrapped in protective paper from the afternoon delivery. Black hoodie. Dark jeans. A messenger bag slung across one shoulder. He was cutting the pap
Mummies and their Badboys   After the Shift: 3
Bay Mics and Final CallđŠđ«Šđ§I did not leave the side door unlocked.I also did not ignore the message.At the start of the next night stretch, I walked into the biomedical engineering closet on the lower level with a work order I had written myself for a âroutine bay microphone diagnostic.â The night tech on duty was a quiet man named Patel who had been at the hospital longer than I had. He looked up from a bench of open radios and frowned.âDr. Hart? Youâre not usually down here.ââTrauma Bay 3 mics have been picking up excess ambient noise on the overnight recordings,â I said. âI need the last seventy-two hours of audio pulled and the live feed temporarily muted while you run the diagnostic. Hospital policy allows the attending to request it when patient privacy may be compromised.âIt was a thin story. It was also close enough to the truth that Patel only hesitated a second before nodding. He logged in, muted the live mics in Bay 3, and exported the recent audio files to a secure
Mummies and their Badboys   After the Shift: 2
Unlocked Bay, Recorded ShiftđŠđ«Šđ§The message stayed on my phone through the rest of the night and into the next afternoon.Unknown: Trauma Bay 3 has excellent acoustics. The cart rattling was a nice touch. Next shift, leave the side door unlocked. I want a better angle. Or the audio from the bay mic goes straight to the medical staff office and the hospital board.I deleted it. Then I recovered it from recently deleted and stared at it again while the day-shift noise of the emergency department washed around me. Fourteen hours off had not been enough. My body still carried the memory of Cole, the stretch of him, the sound he made when he came, the way the nursing supervisorâs eyes had lingered a second too long.I did not leave the side door unlocked.My next stretch of nights began at 7 p.m. Coleâs name was already on the board for the matching paramedic shift. We crossed paths twice in the first four hours, once over a multi-system trauma, once over a simple transfer. Both times h
Mummies and their Badboys   After the Shift: 1
Empty Bay, Full Tensionđ§đ«ŠđThe automatic doors of the ambulance bay closed behind the last rig with a soft pneumatic sigh.I peeled the gloves off and dropped them into the red bin. The clock on the wall of the empty trauma bay read 2:17 a.m. Fourteen hours on my feet. Three multi-vehicle collisions, one cardiac arrest we lost, and enough coffee to keep a lesser person vibrating. My scrub top stuck to my back. The hospital had finally gone quiet the way it only does in the deepest part of the night.I was alone in Bay 3, restocking the airway cart, when the side door opened again.Cole Reyes stepped in like he belonged there. Twenty-four. Paramedic. Black uniform still damp from the rain that had followed the last call. Dark hair pushed back, a thin cut on his cheekbone from some roadside glass. He had been the one who brought in the cardiac arrest, calm voice over the radio, steady hands on the compressions until we took over. He had also been the one whose eyes met mine across th
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