Dead Silent Calm, Book #7 of the Janitors Series - Drew and Boris pull off their part of overall plan.

Today’s excerpt is from Dead Silent Calm, Book #7 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Drew and Boris find, and mark, the area they had been looking for right under the noses of the Chinese team assigned to them.  Enjoy and have a great day.

m.j.

 

When Boris and Drew were finished eating their breakfast the following morning, a visibly sore and complaining Boris went along with the others to the airport for the flight to Zhejiang.  After three days of road travel in that Province, Boris spotted a road that was part of his directions.  With careful prodding for changes of direction that kept their keepers from guessing he was directing them to a given spot, they stumbled onto what would have been the perfect site for the plant that never would be.  Both Drew and Boris agreed the site was the best they had seen yet, and Boris suggested they go up a road near where they were.  The various Chinese, who had been assigned to them, had made it a point not to speak anything but English…up until that time.

One of the two men conducting the site hunt for Boris and Drew looked at the other—and in the Wu dialect they both spoke since the search for the site would be concentrated in Zhejiang where the predominate dialect was Wu—warned, “We must be very careful using that road.”

The other nodded and replied—also in Wu, “I understand.”

Neither Boris nor Drew showed any hint of having understood a word of what they both clearly heard and did understand.

As they drove up the road, Boris knew—from the directions he’d been given by his contacts—that he was soon to see the Biao facility.  As they drove, to their right there was nothing but weeds.  On their left, there were weeds also until they saw, back from the road some two hundred feet a high chain link fence, and further back the building they had come to find.  Drew and Boris seemed totally uninterested in that building and for the most part continued to look out the right side of the car.

Some fifteen minutes later they came to train tracks.  Boris nodded as he tapped one of the two keepers on the shoulder.  “This is what I hoped to find up this way.  From what I could remember of the map of this area we studied, I felt there were train tracks somewhere in the area.  If we settled on the site we saw before heading up this road, could a railhead be laid to intersect these tracks?”

With almost audible relief, one of their keepers answered, “Most assuredly.”

Boris nodded.  “Fine.  Let’s turn around and go back to that site.  I’d like to study it further, and if you happen to have a camera along, we’d like some pictures to take back to our boss.”

Soon the car was headed back down the road toward that site.  As they approached the Biao facility, Boris who really was about to burst from holding in his need to relieve himself, suddenly groaned.  “Please stop the car.  I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I have an enlarged prostate and must relieve myself, if you don’t mind me doing so in some of these weeds.”

The two minders managed not to smile as the one driving pulled the car to the side of the road.  Soon Boris was standing in tall weeds relieving himself.  As he turned to head back to the car, he dropped a GPS homing device he’d carried in his pocket into the weeds without being seen by the two keepers who’d tried not to watch too intently as Boris eased his bladder.

 

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