Final Turn: A story of adventure, intrigue and suspense. by maurice engler Page B

made that universally true observation without indicating any need for Roger to agree. There was nothing more to be done here. He let Kevin know that he would call him when he had some news or an explanation concerning the records of the fourteenth. Kevin seemed satisfied with that and told Roger he could see his own way out.
    He opened the door and the unfriendly wind took hold of it, nearly pulling him out of the trailer and down the steps. Damned wind. He pushed the door closed behind him and set out towards the gate crunching the gravel as he went. As he came to the guard's hut Craig stepped from the doorway and stood across the small gate that was Roger's way out.
    "So where's your escort, suit?" Craig stood with his arms folded.
    "Kevin told me to see my way out. I'm sure he'd be glad to explain it to you." Roger took a step towards the gate beyond Craig. Craig didn't move.
    "You would like that, wouldn't you? Have Kevin take care of this problem for you."
    "What is the problem?" Roger asked, deciding that would be his last attempt at politeness.
    "You think you’re damned computer is so bloody right. I think you better fix it before it gets us all in trouble. Just been hooked up and it's already screwed up." He spoke with some nervousness but seemed determined to say his piece. Roger wondered if eStorage had left him in ignorance and with a feeling of insecurity about his job. He thought he would try once more with this oaf; maybe there was hope beyond reason.
    "I can set up a training session for you fellows some time. I could come out here and explain the system to you, get you working with it...."
    "That's Kevin's job. We not supposed to spend time on it. You just make sure the damned thing doesn't tell lies. That's what concerns me. If there are screw-ups, we get the flak. Not some suit accountant in the office. Just make sure it don’t make up any more data." Craig seemed to have said his piece and made a slight move to let Roger pass.
    "I'll get back to Kevin when we have an explanation for the use of that vehicle last Friday."
    "You already got your explanation, suit. That truck didn't go nowhere. You just fix that computer." Craig said with some malice. Roger decided that was enough and went for the gate. He took a hefty jolt from Craig's shoulder as he walked past. This time he would let it pass.
    As Roger drove away he could see Craig occupy his rear view mirror. He stood in the small gate, watching the car, arms still crossed and his hair drawn back by the reckless wind. This was not the best way to start with a new client. Roger resolved that he would take the situation in hand and find out what was going on with those records from Friday. Bill would help. Whatever Craig's problem was, it would have to sort itself out. It wasn't Roger's problem.
    Roger was eager to get to Sam's. He was hungry. He wanted to lie with Sam in a darkened room, her satiny ebony skin next to his, her thigh hooked around his leg. He thought of her voracious kisses, her strong legs... He was hungry for some supper as well. He turned on the radio and drove towards the freeway. The music program was interrupted by a news bulletin:
    "We interrupt our regular broadcasting to bring you this special bulletin. Our news office has just learned that there has been an armored car robbery in the city within the last few days. The police are releasing few details but we have learned that the armored car was in the process of making a pickup in the underground parking area of the Central Bank complex downtown. Although we are not yet able confirm this information, we believe that the robbery took place on the morning to the fourteenth, Friday. Neither the Police nor officials from the Central Bank are disclosing the amount of money that was being carried by the armored car. We will bring you further information during our regular broadcasts and in special bulletins. We now return to...."

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    For only a few moments of the day the