Head Over Heels. Gail Sattler
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He first checked the call display. “Hi, Grant,” he answered. “What’s up?”
“I didn’t want to call you earlier in case you were sleeping, but were you at the office this morning, by any chance?”
Russ started keyboarding as he talked. “No. I actually spent the day in bed, just like the doctor ordered. Why?”
“When Brenda got here this morning, the door wasn’t locked and the alarm wasn’t set. Tyler said he was positive he locked up properly last night when he left. So we were wondering if you were in to get something this morning and forgot to lock the door.”
Russ frowned. He would never, ever forget to lock the office door. Because of where and how he grew up, he was unfailingly diligent with anything where theft could occur. He even locked his car door when he went from his driveway into the house between bags of groceries after dark. “No. I wasn’t there. Is anything missing?”
“No, nothing’s missing, but it was just odd. The cleaning staff must have forgotten to lock up. I’m staying late, so I’ll speak to the service tonight. There’s too much valuable equipment in here for mistakes like that.” He paused. “How’s everything going down there?”
Russ glanced at the row of computers, only one of which was turned on. “It could be better. But I have a few more days, so I’ll get everything done just fine. I guess I’ll see you Wednesday.”
“Great. Bye.”
Russ shut the phone and laid it on the table. He hit the prompt on the computer and waited for the next step of the installation.
Marielle sat in the chair beside him. “What’s wrong? You look worried.”
“The office was open this morning. Nothing was taken, but it’s got me thinking. What kind of security does this building have?”
“There are good, strong dead-bolt locks on every door.”
He turned around. “On the doors, yes, but I mean the windows. This is an old building. Have the original locks ever been replaced? Also, this is the basement, but there aren’t bars on the ground-level windows and there should be.”
“Bars? This is a church, not a prison.”
“Thieves still break into churches. The bars wouldn’t be to keep people in, but to keep unwanted guests out. Is there an alarm system for the building?”
“We can’t afford an alarm. Besides, except for books and Sunday school supplies, there isn’t really much to steal here. There aren’t any expensive or ornate decorations, the sound system is all attached to the wall, and what isn’t attached is old and well used. The treasurer takes the offering straight to the bank on Sunday mornings, so there’s never any money on the premises. There’s really nothing of value here.”
“But now you’ve got five computers, and four more coming on Monday. I’m sure word has already spread through the community that they’re here.”
“Probably.”
He rose, walked to the window and ran his hand along the bottom frame. “These are barely adequate. They should be enforced.”
“This is a heritage building and we’re on a low budget. Do you know how many windows there are in this building? I could ask a couple of the boys to go outside and see if they can figure out how to get in, to make sure the locks are secure.”
“Are you kidding? That’s just asking for trouble.” He clenched his jaw and stared at her, unable to believe that she would invite kids who were already potential thieves a chance to prove themselves. “I’ve got another idea. I’ll finish setting up the computers later. I have a little shopping to do, and I have to go quickly, before they close. Have you already phoned for the pizzas?”
“Yes.”
“Call them back. While I’m out I’ll pick them up, and that way we’ll get a discount. See you soon.”
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