Stephen stared at the screen, then furrowed his brows and moved in closer to the screen. He looked at the security guard and pointed to what caught his attention. It was faint and so far out of the way, which was why he hadn’t noticed it before. “What’s that?”
The guard sat up in his seat and looked at the screen properly. “That will be the new hospital, it’s still being built.”
“Is anyone over there now?”
“Nah, they had to stop construction for some reason. But we weren’t told,” the guard said to him.
“Hey, Mayson.”
“Yeah.”
“Meet me on the east side of the compound, I think I know where the body is.” He hung up the phone before Mayson could ask him any questions.
Stephen had a feeling that that was where all the information he needed was being hidden. Adding to the fact that the director didn’t tell him about the new hospital. The nagging feeling about the director was screaming loudly at him. Stephen checked his vest making sure it was on properly covering all the important parts. He had no plan to enter the building, he planned on simply wanting to satisfy his hunch and gathering evidence. He walked up to the building and noticed all the debris and construction materials littering the place. Stephen looked at the distance of the building to the main compound and was right in his assumption that it was farther which was why he hadn’t noticed it.
He opened the door and entered the building. There weren’t any windows installed, however, it was bright on the inside. Stephen walked further in the building, inspecting it, looking for what he wasn’t sure. He stopped when he heard a machine running, he brushed it off and continue to walk back the way he came to wait for the rest of his team to arrive so that they could search the building. He stopped when the sound of the machine stopped, and he heard voices instead.
“We have to get this shit out of here before the feds find this place!”
Stephen's head snapped up when he heard the statement. He also couldn’t place the voice right away. He reached for his sidearm, taking the safety off and slowly crept down the hall keeping his back to the wall.
“You worry too fucking much,” said another voice.
“And you don’t worry enough. If we get caught, we could go to jail for life.”
“We’re not going to get caught, so shut the hell up and let me finish this.”
Stephen continued to listen to the conversation between the two men as he pressed his back against the wall. From his advantage, he couldn’t gauge if the two men were the only ones in the room.
“Why the hell didn’t you get rid of that fucking body?” The guy sounded nervous, and he should be, thought Stephen. He really wanted to nail these guys to the wall; all he needed was some more evidence.
“Fuck, you’re annoying as hell,” said the second person. “I told you I didn’t have time to get rid of it. Now, shut the fuck up.”
Stephen looked at the entrance, wondering where Mayson was. They needed to arrest those fuckers before all the evidence they would need to prove their case was destroyed. He needed to do something quick. His phone rang loud, echoing through the empty building, and he froze for a second. Thinking quickly, Stephen pulled out his phone and saw it was Mayson that was calling him. Instead of talking to his coworker, he shoved his phone in his pocket. He looked around for somewhere to hide quickly but it was a large room with only a filing cabinet off to the side.
Fuck, I forgot to put my phone on vibrate.
“Did you hear that?”
Stephen heard Mayson yelling his name and knew the two men on the other side could hear it as well. He wasn’t in the position to hide or run. He heard footsteps, and he knew he was in deep shit. His curiosity always got him in trouble. There was nowhere he could hide. Even if he went for the filing cabinet he would be spotted. There was only one thing he could do. Stephen closed his eyes taking a deep breath before stepping out holding his gun up in front of him and walked into the room.
“FBI, put your hands up!”
They stopped walking towards him and jerked back a few paces. Stephen saw the startled look on the faces of the two men. They followed his instructions. Stephen wasn’t surprised to see the director and his assistant standing in front of him. What did surprise him was that the assistant was no longer pregnant.
“What the hell are you doing here?” the director asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Stephen shot back. “But from the looks of it, I would say you two are trying to get rid of evidence.” The room was larger than he originally thought as he looked around and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Rows of beds with heavily pregnant men sleeping on them, hooked up to IVs. He got more of a shock when he looked around the room and saw the mangled body on one of the beds. He was getting sick to his stomach. Stephen wasn’t sure how long ago the person died. “Was he pregnant?” he asked, turning his eyes back to the two men.
“Yes,” the director answered.
“Why? Why did you do this?” Stephen asked as he tried to buy time, hoping that Mayson could hear the conversation.
The director sighed. “Do you know how much money it takes to keep this place open? The owners died and left me pittance to keep this place running. I had to figure out something. I begged and pleaded with the banks and anyone who would listen. But they all turned me down. I never wanted to do this, but I had no choice!”
“Shut up, Harold,” the assistant snapped.
“No, Harold, please keep talking,” Stephen encouraged. The more he talked, the more evidence they had on the man to put him away for life.
