Page 235 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“That does sound interesting,” Ailbe said. “Maybe in the spring.”
You’ll be in Wheatfield or Dochas prison by spring.“So, what’s up?”
“What’s on your calendar for tomorrow? Are you still up for a meeting about grading the project?”
Wyl glanced at Rod and winked, a sign that things were progressing. “Sure. I read through the information you sent and think I have a fairly good grasp of the project.”
“That is good. I figured you could decipher the overall plan.”
“With my experience, I could spot the dovetailing you mentioned. You have a sharp group of lads if they figured it out.” Wyl heard Ailbe cough.
“Excuse me. Something in my throat. Come by my office around 8:30. We’ll have a chance to chat before my class.”
“Sounds like a good plan. And Ailbe, I’m glad to lend a hand.”
“Thanks. You don’t know how much I appreciate the help.”
“Bye,” Wyl hung up the phone.
“What was that all about?” Rod asked.
“I’m meeting Ailbe at his office tomorrow morning. The fun is about to begin.”
Wyl’s cell phone rang. Glenn Cross. “Hey Glenn, what’s up?”
“James and I had lunch with Garrett Burke. He was a special friend of Fergus Rafferty and a student of MacGowan’s. We pulled Garrett into the mission as an inside student mole. You are monitoring things from MacGowan’s perspective. Garrett will monitor any unusual student activity and keep us informed. If MacGowan does anything suspicious toward one or more of the students, we will know before it gets out of hand.”
“That is definitely good news. Rod will feel better knowing that one more person is working to keep us safe.”
“Best to Rod.” Glenn disconnected the call.
* * *
The phone rang on Healy’s desk. “Sergeant Healy.”
“Paddy, it’s Glenn Cross.”
“Hi, Glenn. You have news for me?”
“Sure do. We had brunch with the gentleman yesterday. He’s on board with the plan.”
“Good. I’ll tell O’Brien. Thanks, Glenn.”
“You bet. Bye.”
“Bye,” Healy hung up the phone. “O’Brien,” he shouted as he stood. He liked to do that occasionally to throw the Chief Superintendent off guard.
“Get in here, Healy,” O’Brien yelled back.
He walked into O’Brien’s office. “Glenn Cross called. Garrett Burke is on board. He’ll monitor things in MacGowan’s class and alert Cross to anything unusual.”
“Perfect. Now, obtain the phone records from MacGowan’s office for the past week. I want to look for more inconsistencies. I bet we find one on Wednesday.”
“Right away, sir,” Healy stepped back to his desk. He made a call, and within five minutes, he had the phone records O’Brien requested.
“The phone records, sir,” Healy handed O’Brien the printout.
“Thanks, Healy. Remind me to send a mouse for your cat.”
