Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 38
Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske
Blake made careful note of the cameras mounted along the fourteen-foot ceiling of the first floor rooms in the Calhoun Mansion. He was pondering how he would disable them when the Red Hat ladies asked a most serendipitous question.
“It’s a tremendous amount of work to polish all of this silver. It was just done last night, in fact. They do it every three weeks. They haul it all into the family kitchen—through that door over there—to give it a thorough going over.” The guide listened to the follow up question. “I don’t help polish it, but I do bring it back in here the next morning.” He summoned the group. “The kitchen isn’t on the tour, but the other family quarters upstairs are. We’re headed there now.”
Blake scanned the ceiling as they entered the master bedroom. There were no cameras anywhere or in any of the other rooms occupied by the family. Blake breathed deeply. There wouldn’t be a camera in the family kitchen, either. He’d wait until they finished polishing the silver and retired for the night. Then he’d break into the kitchen and steal it from there. Blake shot a glance at their guide. With any luck, the man wouldn’t have to wrangle with all of that silver in three weeks’ time.