You just… No. I have no idea how to use it. It would be really helpful if Brad were here.”
“Working on it,” Thomas said. “I’ve left two voicemails. He’s not answering his cell. ”
“Knowing him, he probably can’t find it,” Bridget said. Toni had met the team’s original cameraman at the Buckman Inn and recalled that he was notoriously absentminded.
Bridget turned the EMF meter over. “Ha! There you are, you little bugger,” she said and clicked a button along the side of the device. Tiny red, yellow and green lights flashed on.
“Good job, babe,” Mike said as he moved a camera and tripod to the centre of the shop. He stooped to look through the viewfinder. “Just move around a little, Liam.”
Liam paced back and forth behind the soda fountain counter while Mike made adjustments to the camera.
“Okay, the thermal imager is a go,” Mike said.
“What about the night vision camera?” Thomas asked, nodding towards a second camera and tripod a couple of yards from the first.
“It’s framed up. We’ll make final adjustments after dark,” Mike said.
The words ‘after dark’ sent a shiver over Toni’s skin. She pushed away from the candy counter and walked to the windows. Main Street sloped downhill, due west, to the river. The belly of the sun was just above the tree line on the opposite bank and flashes of orange lit up the surface of the water. A surge of anxiety coursed through Toni. It would be dark within an hour.
And then what?
“Who knows?” Liam said.
Toni spun around. Liam was folding a stack of bar towels as if he didn’t realise he’d just answered Toni’s unspoken question.
Bridget didn’t look up from the EMF meter but asked, “Who knows what?”
“Exactly,” Liam said.
“Huh?” Bridget asked.
“Right. Who knows what?”
Toni walked towards the counter. Could Liam hear her thoughts? And if so, could he hear all of them or just some?
As she passed in front of the door it swung inward, narrowly missing her. Toni yelped in surprise. A short, round man in white work clothes was backing into the shop, dragging a dolly stacked two wide and four high with three-gallon tubs of ice cream.
“Geez, sorry to startle ya,” he said. “Miss Bianchi?”
“Yes?”
“Glad you’re still open. This is the last delivery then I can power down the chillers. Gotta hose out the truck tonight.”
The man swung the dolly around in front of himself and pushed it behind the counter, nodding hello to Liam when he passed by. He slid open the dipping freezer and began dropping in the tubs.
“I’ll just go grab the cones and sauces and get out of your hair so you folk can get back to… Say, what are you doing here, filming a commercial? My brother Joe was in a commercial once. He played a customer at our cousin Don’s auto repair shop. Got a free oil change outta the deal.”
Toni waited for the man to pause for a breath. “I didn’t order any ice cream.”
The delivery man dropped in the last tub of ice cream, slid the freezer door shut, then lifted a clipboard from its slot on the back of the dolly.
“Nope, says right here. Two vanilla, one chocolate, one rocky road, one strawberry, one mint chocolate chip, one butter pecan, and one cherry cheesecake—that’s the new flavour. Then I’ve got ya down for a bucket of chocolate sauce, one of caramel, one of fudge, half a dozen cans of whipped cream, a jar of Maraschino cherries and a case of waffle cones. All that’s in the truck yet.”
The delivery man left the clipboard on the counter and started wheeling the empty dolly back towards the door. Toni tried to intercept him, but he just swerved around her. She leaned in to read the name on his work shirt.
“Bob, is it? I didn’t order any ice cream. I don’t know when we’re going to open, or even if—”
Bob pulled a small card—the kind that usually comes with a bouquet of flowers—from his shirt pocket. He tilted back his head to see through the
“Working on it,” Thomas said. “I’ve left two voicemails. He’s not answering his cell. ”
“Knowing him, he probably can’t find it,” Bridget said. Toni had met the team’s original cameraman at the Buckman Inn and recalled that he was notoriously absentminded.
Bridget turned the EMF meter over. “Ha! There you are, you little bugger,” she said and clicked a button along the side of the device. Tiny red, yellow and green lights flashed on.
“Good job, babe,” Mike said as he moved a camera and tripod to the centre of the shop. He stooped to look through the viewfinder. “Just move around a little, Liam.”
Liam paced back and forth behind the soda fountain counter while Mike made adjustments to the camera.
“Okay, the thermal imager is a go,” Mike said.
“What about the night vision camera?” Thomas asked, nodding towards a second camera and tripod a couple of yards from the first.
“It’s framed up. We’ll make final adjustments after dark,” Mike said.
The words ‘after dark’ sent a shiver over Toni’s skin. She pushed away from the candy counter and walked to the windows. Main Street sloped downhill, due west, to the river. The belly of the sun was just above the tree line on the opposite bank and flashes of orange lit up the surface of the water. A surge of anxiety coursed through Toni. It would be dark within an hour.
And then what?
“Who knows?” Liam said.
Toni spun around. Liam was folding a stack of bar towels as if he didn’t realise he’d just answered Toni’s unspoken question.
Bridget didn’t look up from the EMF meter but asked, “Who knows what?”
“Exactly,” Liam said.
“Huh?” Bridget asked.
“Right. Who knows what?”
Toni walked towards the counter. Could Liam hear her thoughts? And if so, could he hear all of them or just some?
As she passed in front of the door it swung inward, narrowly missing her. Toni yelped in surprise. A short, round man in white work clothes was backing into the shop, dragging a dolly stacked two wide and four high with three-gallon tubs of ice cream.
“Geez, sorry to startle ya,” he said. “Miss Bianchi?”
“Yes?”
“Glad you’re still open. This is the last delivery then I can power down the chillers. Gotta hose out the truck tonight.”
The man swung the dolly around in front of himself and pushed it behind the counter, nodding hello to Liam when he passed by. He slid open the dipping freezer and began dropping in the tubs.
“I’ll just go grab the cones and sauces and get out of your hair so you folk can get back to… Say, what are you doing here, filming a commercial? My brother Joe was in a commercial once. He played a customer at our cousin Don’s auto repair shop. Got a free oil change outta the deal.”
Toni waited for the man to pause for a breath. “I didn’t order any ice cream.”
The delivery man dropped in the last tub of ice cream, slid the freezer door shut, then lifted a clipboard from its slot on the back of the dolly.
“Nope, says right here. Two vanilla, one chocolate, one rocky road, one strawberry, one mint chocolate chip, one butter pecan, and one cherry cheesecake—that’s the new flavour. Then I’ve got ya down for a bucket of chocolate sauce, one of caramel, one of fudge, half a dozen cans of whipped cream, a jar of Maraschino cherries and a case of waffle cones. All that’s in the truck yet.”
The delivery man left the clipboard on the counter and started wheeling the empty dolly back towards the door. Toni tried to intercept him, but he just swerved around her. She leaned in to read the name on his work shirt.
“Bob, is it? I didn’t order any ice cream. I don’t know when we’re going to open, or even if—”
Bob pulled a small card—the kind that usually comes with a bouquet of flowers—from his shirt pocket. He tilted back his head to see through the
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