“System specs,” the radio tech tells
him, but she doesn’t elaborate.
I turn to Ellington, who’s watching us like
he thinks we’re going to break something. “Can I call the carrier
from here?” I ask. “Just to let them know what’s going on.”
“What isgoing on?” Parker
mutters, tapping on the glass fountain in the middle of the room.
“When can we meet this committee of yours and get
going?”
“They said an hour,” Ellington reminds
us, “but with Marie like she is, maybe not tonight. Not until…” He
trails off and frowns at me, but I can read the unfinished sentence
in his haunted eyes.Not until the labor stops or the baby
dies,that’s what he was going to say. I’m glad he didn’t. I
don’t want to hear the words out loud.
Shaking the thought away, he nods at the
computer where Dylan’s standing. “Sure, hail your friends. You can
operate one of these?”
I glance at the radio controls and tell him,
“Yeah, I think so. It’s an older model but it can’t be too hard.”