The 13th Enumeration by William Struse, Rachel Starr Thomson Page A
Authors: William Struse, Rachel Starr Thomson
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Religion & Spirituality, Christian fiction, Christianity, Mystery & Suspense, Christian Books & Bibles, Religious & Inspirational Fiction
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the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Praise ye YHWH. (Psalm 116:1–19 )
Looking at the papers he had spread across his desk, he sighed with some mild frustration. He had been working on his college research paper for several months now and had reached some uncomfortable conclusions. He had not thought about it for the past week, but seeing it there now reminded him that he had a lot more work left before he could turn in his paper.
He stared at it for a few minutes and wondered which direction he should go with it. It couldn’t hurt to give his dad a call and ask for some advice. The past couple of years, he had begun to realize how much he appreciated his father’s bits of wisdom and advice. Sufficient unto the day, he thought to himself. He would call him soon. He turned off the light, and exhausted from traveling, he lay down on his bed, clothes and all, and fell right to sleep.
Chapter 10
Manhattan, New York City
As Joe opened the door to his truck to make his morning run to the gas station, he noticed a manila envelope on the seat. He quickly looked around, searching the parking garage for anything out of place. Whoever was here had bypassed the condo’s alarm system and left again without being seen. Was this the go-ahead he had been waiting for?
His heart beating faster, Joe opened the envelope. He pulled out the cash first. Thumbing through the bills, he saw they were all hundreds. There must be at least twenty thousand dollars, he thought. Next he pulled out and fingered the key—it looked like a key to a storage rental unit. Reaching into the envelope again, he removed a single sheet of folded paper.
The brief note read, “Proceed with the plan. Start the process on Sunday night, October 31. This key fits storage unit #131 at Manhattan Self Storage. There you will find four fifty-gallon drums which you will add to the process. Do not go to the storage unit until the night of the 31 st .”
Joe frowned, wondering what his contact wanted him to add to the fuel mixture. Not that it mattered much to him. They all deserved what they had coming to them.
The final items in the envelope were a passport, driver’s license, credit card, and round-trip ticket from Newark to Dubai. The departure time on the ticket was six Monday morning, the first of November. He sure hoped the plane departed before all hell broke loose. Six a.m. was cutting it kind of close.
He opened the German passport and found his face staring back at him. “Looks like I’ll be traveling as Gerhard Schroeder,” he muttered to himself. He sure hoped whoever had forged these documents knew what they were doing.
He looked at his watch. Today was the third of October. He only needed six hundred more gallons of fuel to fill up the bladder tanks. He would be finished with the fueling in two more days. No problem there, but how was he going to add the fifty-gallon drums to the mix? Not knowing what nasty surprises they had in those drums, he sure as heck did not want to handle them any more than he had to. He could dump them into the pool on the first floor. It wouldn’t take much to run a pipe from the pool cleaning system down into the garage and connect it to the tank manifold. He could even reprogram the pool’s IntelliTouch control system to turn on its pump and empty the pool into the fuel bladders’ piping after, say, six hours. Yes, that would work. Most of the diesel fuel would be pumped into the city’s main water line, the pool’s pump would kick in, and ten thousand gallons of pool water and two hundred gallons of surprise would be pumped into the city’s main water system as a chaser.
* * *
The Baker returned to the basement after most of his baking preparations were completed. He opened the secret room behind the closet wall and entered, closing the door behind him, then turned off the heavy-duty battery charger. Hanging over his sewer line was a pair of elbow-length rubber gloves. He put these on, and taking
Looking at the papers he had spread across his desk, he sighed with some mild frustration. He had been working on his college research paper for several months now and had reached some uncomfortable conclusions. He had not thought about it for the past week, but seeing it there now reminded him that he had a lot more work left before he could turn in his paper.
He stared at it for a few minutes and wondered which direction he should go with it. It couldn’t hurt to give his dad a call and ask for some advice. The past couple of years, he had begun to realize how much he appreciated his father’s bits of wisdom and advice. Sufficient unto the day, he thought to himself. He would call him soon. He turned off the light, and exhausted from traveling, he lay down on his bed, clothes and all, and fell right to sleep.
Chapter 10
Manhattan, New York City
As Joe opened the door to his truck to make his morning run to the gas station, he noticed a manila envelope on the seat. He quickly looked around, searching the parking garage for anything out of place. Whoever was here had bypassed the condo’s alarm system and left again without being seen. Was this the go-ahead he had been waiting for?
His heart beating faster, Joe opened the envelope. He pulled out the cash first. Thumbing through the bills, he saw they were all hundreds. There must be at least twenty thousand dollars, he thought. Next he pulled out and fingered the key—it looked like a key to a storage rental unit. Reaching into the envelope again, he removed a single sheet of folded paper.
The brief note read, “Proceed with the plan. Start the process on Sunday night, October 31. This key fits storage unit #131 at Manhattan Self Storage. There you will find four fifty-gallon drums which you will add to the process. Do not go to the storage unit until the night of the 31 st .”
Joe frowned, wondering what his contact wanted him to add to the fuel mixture. Not that it mattered much to him. They all deserved what they had coming to them.
The final items in the envelope were a passport, driver’s license, credit card, and round-trip ticket from Newark to Dubai. The departure time on the ticket was six Monday morning, the first of November. He sure hoped the plane departed before all hell broke loose. Six a.m. was cutting it kind of close.
He opened the German passport and found his face staring back at him. “Looks like I’ll be traveling as Gerhard Schroeder,” he muttered to himself. He sure hoped whoever had forged these documents knew what they were doing.
He looked at his watch. Today was the third of October. He only needed six hundred more gallons of fuel to fill up the bladder tanks. He would be finished with the fueling in two more days. No problem there, but how was he going to add the fifty-gallon drums to the mix? Not knowing what nasty surprises they had in those drums, he sure as heck did not want to handle them any more than he had to. He could dump them into the pool on the first floor. It wouldn’t take much to run a pipe from the pool cleaning system down into the garage and connect it to the tank manifold. He could even reprogram the pool’s IntelliTouch control system to turn on its pump and empty the pool into the fuel bladders’ piping after, say, six hours. Yes, that would work. Most of the diesel fuel would be pumped into the city’s main water line, the pool’s pump would kick in, and ten thousand gallons of pool water and two hundred gallons of surprise would be pumped into the city’s main water system as a chaser.
* * *
The Baker returned to the basement after most of his baking preparations were completed. He opened the secret room behind the closet wall and entered, closing the door behind him, then turned off the heavy-duty battery charger. Hanging over his sewer line was a pair of elbow-length rubber gloves. He put these on, and taking
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