We watched anxiously as Bernley hung up the phone, and peeked out the front window of the laundromat. Then he was moving, FAST! He jumped onto a washer and was pushing away a tile from the hanging ceiling. And with a leap he had reached some pipes above and pulled himself through. From somewhere in the ceiling, he leaned over and started to pull the ceiling tile back into place. And just then his PDA fell out of his shoulder holster, bounced off the washer and crashed onto the cement floor. Busted, no doubt.
We could see the black van now through the front window. It had pulled to the curb, and Wrenny was coming through the door just as the ceiling tile slid into place.
The Wren stood in the doorway, scanning the silent laundromat with his dark eyes. He strode past the phone, and on down the far aisle past the dryers. The thug followed. Wrenny was starting to turn, to come back along the washer aisle. He would find the shattered PDA soon.
Quickly I punched the redial, and the laundromat phone began ringing. Wrenny looked up. "Answer that, will you, Ken?" he said to his buddy. The thug picked up the handset. "Yeah?" he said in my ear.
"I can see you, you can't see me!" I shouted. Hoo - that was dumb. Now what?! The heavy grunted and we saw that he was looking around. Then he spotted the camera. He dropped the phone.
"Hey Johnny, some joker's got us on a Publicam." "Ok, fine, we're done here," said the Wren. And they left. We watched the van pull away, and head on down the street where it turned onto the ramp to the Interstate. A minute later we watched it heading west, as it flew past the Interstate Publicam.
Half an hour later, Bernley crawled out of the ceiling, and picked up the pieces of his palmtop. I rang up the laundromat one more time, and Berns picked it up at the other end. "Go home, Bernsie," I said. "As fast as you can."