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you can back up a semi-rig. All the small stuff got sold by an auction company, and they came last week and removed everything. But the big pieces of equipment are still down there. I heard one of the guys saying they sell those separate ’cause they’re so huge.”
    “Let’s go take a look.”
    The three men cautiously descended the stairs; the temperature dropped ten degrees by the time they were standing in the drab corridor. Brightly painted arrows on the floor directed them to various departments – yellow for X-ray, red for nuclear medicine, blue for cancer therapy.
    “Bobby. You take that side, I’ll take this one. We should be in and out within a few minutes,” the heavier of the two officers said.
    “I hope so. Don’t know why, but this place gives me the creeps.”
    “I know what you mean. I don’t even like hospitals when I need one, much less when they’re abandoned. And the place kinda stinks.” He turned to the security guard. “You staying here?”
    “Yeah. Nuthin’ to see for me.”
    The pair pushed open the steel doors to the various rooms, noting the film of dust on the floors. There hadn’t been anyone in them for months.
    From down the hall, Bobby’s voice sounded a few pitches higher than it had a couple of minutes earlier.
    “Hey, Mike. I think you need to take a look at this. I think someone’s been in here recently.”
    Mike followed the sound of Bobby’s voice to an open door. A distinctive radiation warning logo was embossed on the wall next to the words: ‘Radiation Therapy’.
    “Where you at?” Mike asked, noting the dust had been trampled leading to the three different rooms.
    “In here.”
    Mike’s flashlight played along the hall, and then he saw Bobby’s light in the third vault. He approached the heavy door, at least eight inches thick, which was propped open with a wooden wedge.
    Bobby was standing in the twenty by twenty-five foot room, shining his beam on a massive treatment machine that appeared to be from the Fifties. The fiberglass casing had been removed, and it looked like someone had been trying to filch parts from it.
    “How we gonna know if this was left this way, or someone tried to steal something?” Mike asked.
    “Beats the crap outta me. I say we write it up, take a statement from the guard, and get the hell outta here. If they were trying to rip the place off, they picked the wrong area to work in. That piece of iron looks older than you. What the hell is it, anyway?”
    Mike swiveled and cupped his hands, facing the way they’d entered. “Yo. Buddy. Come down here. We need your help,” he called to the guard. They saw the man’s light bouncing off the hallway walls, and then he was standing in the doorway.
    “This look like it’s from when they closed the place down?” Bobby asked him.
    “I don’t know. I don’t come down here hardly ever. Maybe the auction guys were in here inspecting the equipment?”
    “Yeah. That could be. All right. Is there anything more to see?” Mike asked.
    “Some more machines over in the far rooms.”
    “Okay. Let’s wrap this up, then. Hey, buddy, what do they call these things, anyway? For the report?”
    The guard shone his light up at the wall sign in the area’s foyer.
    “Says ‘Linear Accelerators’.”
    “I better write that down. No way I’m gonna remember.”
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Silver’s phone rang as she negotiated the late morning New York City traffic. She stabbed the speakerphone button on as she pulled to a red light.
    “Cassidy.”
    “Silver. It’s Eric. Did I get you at a bad time?”
    Silver counted to three…slowly. She fought to keep her tone neutral.
    “Don’t you dare flake on her tonight,” she warned.
    “Why do you always assume the worst about me?” Eric demanded, offended.
    “Because it’s usually right. Now tell me that you’re going to honor your commitment to your daughter and spend the time you promised to with her.”
    A pause settled over the line.
    “I