Wynne excused herself from the jovial group, but not before extractinga promise that the five of them, Debbie included, met for dinner laterthat night at Justine's around 6:30.

Wynne, entered her office, flung herself in her chair, when a sharpbeeping from her computer on the desk informed her of an incoming mail.Intrigued,Wynne punched the mailbox icon.

Then froze.

 The message was coded-and what would open it was the numbers CJ-103-413,it was the number on the file that Broots had just given to her. And. ..it was signed by a name she had every reason to trust.

She knew about this person for what seemed forever, had been watching,even met this person, a few times.She appreciated the tenacity of thisperson. Wynne rapidly set about decoding the message.

"Fascinating," she murmured after a moment.

A more accurate word might have been "astonishing."

"We found what was supposedly hidden well," the message began-meaning,of course, the sons-of-bitches lied , "safely away, responding nicely.Thosein charge not to be trusted, the top will crumble and fall." This meantit was time for Wynne to act. There was one last message, which had Wynnearch an eyebrow. " The other must be brought forth, out of the dark andinto the light."

Glancing at her watch, she wondered if she had time to make a littlevisit before she joined Parker for lunch.A sudden noise of metal gratingon metal, interrupted her thoughts.Wynne looked up to find Angelo staringat her from the air vent.

"Angel fly away?"

 "Yes, Angelo. Our little Angel is going to fly away," she smiled,"You go make sure that I can get in to see her. Can you do that for me?"

"See Angel," the savant murmured, then held out his hand, which helda silver disc, "Daughter need to see. Friend saw. Friend angry."

"I know Angelo, so am I. Very angry. Daughter will be angry, too," Wynneaccepted the disc and slipped it in her blazer pocket.With that done, thesavant turned and crawled back up the vent. Before Wynne left the office,she placed a rather cryptic call on her cell phone, then headed for Sydney'soffice.

She found Syndey and Broots in some type of discussion regarding thesearch for Jarod.
Smiling to herself, she entered the room and the conversation stoppeddead in its tracks.

"Wynne," Sydney spoke," Can we help you?"

"Where's Parker?"

"With her father and the rest of the ghouls," Broots said, looking outthe open door.

"Good. I need a favor. Broots run this through the Centre's databaseand see what you fine," she handed him a set of numbers," Now, Broots!"

The techie scurried out of the room and headed to the computer terminalthat he needed to use so that the Centre didn't realize that its securitywas about to be breached.

"Syd," Wynne's voice was low," I need you to do something for me."

 He looked up from his desk and waited for the other shoe to drop.People always ended up either dead or missing whenever Wynne was involvedand he had a deep sense of foreboding.

 Slipping her hand in her blazer pocket, she pulled out the discand leaned forward on the desk, depositing the disc on top of the papersthat Sydney was busy reading. A slight shake of her head, warned him notto say anything. Turning, she began to leave the office, but stopped inthe doorway.

"Tell Broots to give the information to Parker, after."He watched thepetite figure walk away, then he gingerly picked up the disc, insertedit in the reader and watched. A look of shock, horror and repulsion wason his features when Miss Parker entered the room, upon return from hermeeting with her father.

 "Syd?"

 "Miss Parker," he got out of his chair and gestured for her totake a seat. Settling herself, Parker was suddenly filled with a senseof déjà vu.He reprogrammed the screen to read the disc andthen excused himself from the office. He didn't want to be there whileshe watched.He encountered Broots returning from his errand that Wynnehad sent him on.

"Give it to Miss Parker, then leave. Don't speak to her? Don't say anything?Just leave the information," he said softly.

"What's going on Syd?"

"Justice," he told Broots as calmly as possible.

"Justice?" Broots questioned him.

"Wynne was just the messenger, she's been waiting patiently for theright time."

"Right time for what?"

"Let's just say, "The truth will sent you free."

Broots looked at Sydney quizzically.
 
 

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