Meaner Things
“ PACKED AND READY Despite desperately needing sleep I tossed and turned in bed all night, fearful about the bolts that Charlie had cut too short. I woke up at five a.m. on Friday morning, my pillowcase soaked with sweat, stark images from a nightmare about magnets falling off the vault door still fresh in my mind.
I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep, so got up and tried to expend my nervous energy positively. After a quick breakfast, I fed Charlie’s fictitious work order and made-up business card into a small paper shredder I’d splashed out on in Staples. He wouldn’t need these anymore and I’d made a point of getting them from him. I was keenly aware that the time had arrived to collect together all compromising documentation and dispose of it.
Next, I shredded all my notes and diagrams. From here on I’d have to carry everything in my head but, God knows, I’d gone over it enough times. I’d find out on Saturday night if I’d memorised it sufficiently.
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