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When they would reach another food vendor, the women would appear to be looking at the produce, then slide their hand inside the crate, placing the discs there.
“You sneaky bitches,” muttered Otto.
He kept track of them, then would double back, telling the vendors what had happened. The vendors would find the discs, then handed them to Otto, who shoved them in his pocket and made his way back to the RMN booth.
If they were going to play this nasty game, Otto was prepared to be even nastier. Someone was going to wake up to a very big surprise.
“What are you doing?” asked Casey, walking toward him.
“Playing a little switch-a-roo with our friends. This is going to be fun.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
For the first time in weeks, the team was able to prepare and serve a meal without one issue. It seemed all too triumphant, making them feel as if they’d won the lottery.
“I think we know our answer now,” said Otto. “Those discs are the cause of all the issues. If you see them again, make sure you pull them out and give them to one of us. We’re going to trace those back to RMN eventually.”
“I just can’t believe those little black discs created so much trouble,” said Islip, shaking his head.
“Well, they’re about to cause a whole lot more trouble,” smirked Luc, looking out the windows of the restaurant.
Patrons of the sports bar next door had filtered out into the streets, swatting at flies, men and women vomiting. An RMN car pulled up across the street, and the bar owner came out swinging, knocking one of the men to the street.
“You piece of shit! You and your new-age fucking food! It had maggots! Damn maggots,” he screamed. “Look at my customers! They’re all sick to their stomachs, and you’re responsible.”
“No,” said the man, shaking his head. “No. You must have had regular produce mixed in.”
“None,” growled one of the waitstaff. “We switched to your garbage because we were having those issues. Awful funny, we have the same issue with your crap.”
He stood, turning to his partner on the other side of the car.
“This can’t be happening. We wouldn’t have put a disc in our own stuff. What the hell were those two thinking?”
“We need to get out of here,” said the other man.
“I want my money back! Every fucking penny you took from me.”
“I didn’t take anything. You paid, willingly, for a better product. Something is happening here.”
“Maybe someone is playing your game,” said the bar owner. “I’d like to shake his hand. I’m going to let everyone know what you’ve done. Everyone! You will never sell another item here in New Orleans or anywhere else.”
“Let’s go,” he said, locking the car doors. “Someone figured it out. Someone is beating us at our own game.”
“Who could have figured it out? We’ve been so careful,” said Alex.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll keep doing what we’re doing, and if we have to, go to plan B. We just need to keep everyone off our tails until those new science geeks can find a way to hide what we’re doing.”
He sped off down the street, weaving around the drunken revelers in the Quarter. When they reached the outskirts of New Orleans, they took the small highway away from the river toward the little community hospital. Parking outside the morgue, they ducked their heads to avoid the cameras and entered through the basement.
“What are you doing here? I told you I’d call you when I had more,” said the man in the white coat.
“We need more now. We’ve run into a few snags and will need more product.”
“I don’t have any other bodies right now. You’ll need to wait until I call you.” Alex looked around the morgue, pointing to three bodies on tables nearby.
“What are those?”
“Those are loved ones of people who will want them back,” snarled the coroner. “You can’t just take any body and assume you can do what you want. Their families know they are here and will want them released for a proper funeral.”
