“We got a man down!â€? Louis shouted into his cell phone. On the other end of the line Q-Copy manager Fred Ennis wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Problems with the Doc’s corotron wire again?â€? he asked, knowing getting a technician out on a holiday weekend was going to take a chunk out of this month’s profit margin.
“It’s Jaime. He’s been…â€? Louis struggled for a description, “uncollated.â€?
“What the fuck are you talking about Lou? Have you been at the cleaning fluids again?â€?
The phone rustled and Fred heard a voice he didn’t know. “You the owner?â€?
“No, manager. Who…â€?
“This is Agent Vance, local branch. Listen, you’d better get down here. We need someone with access to the personnel records so we can reach the next of kin to one Jaime Marrom.â€?
“Jaime’s really dead? What the hell happened?â€?
“A bomb. Judging by the limited blast radius, designed to take out your shop and its contents, but leaving the rest of the shopping strip mostly intact. We need you down here, now. I’ve got questions.â€? Vance said, matter-of-factly.