The Breach
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Behind Travis the warehouse was silent. The only sound came from the break room at the far south end. Muted voices. The occasional beep of the microwave. Travis only went in there to put his lunch in the refrigerator and to take it back out.
He finished eating, wadded the brown bag, and tossed it into the trash bin next to the box compactor.
He turned where he sat, brought his legs up, and rested them sideways across the edge of the dock. He leaned back against the concrete-filled steel post beside the doorway. He closed his eyes. Some nights he caught a few minutes’ sleep like this, but most times it was enough just to relax. To shut down for a while and try not to think. Try not to remember.
His shift ended at four-thirty. The streets were empty in the last hour of the August night. He got his mail on the way into his apartment. Two credit card offers, a gas bill, and a grocery flyer. All addressed to the name Rob Pullman. The sight of it no longer gave him any pause. The name was his as much as the address was his. He hadn’t been called Travis Chase, out loud or in writing, in over a year.
He’d seen the name just once in that time. Not written. Carved. He’d driven fourteen hours up to Minneapolis on a Tuesday in March, timing his arrival for the middle of the night, and stood on his own grave. The marker was more elaborate than he’d expected. A big marble pedestal on a base, the whole thing four feet tall. Below his name and the dates was an inscribed verse: Matthew 5:6. He wondered what the hell his brother had spent on all of it. He stared at it for five minutes and then he left, and an hour later he pulled off the freeway into a rest area and cried like a little kid. He’d hardly thought about it since.
He climbed the stairs to his apartment. He dropped the mail on the kitchen counter. He made a sandwich and got a Coke from the refrigerator and stood at the sink eating. Ten minutes later he was in bed. He stared at the ceiling in the dark. His bedroom had windows on two walls. Both of them were open so the cross-breeze could come through—it was hot air, but at least it was moving. The apartment had no air-conditioning. He closed his eyes and listened to the night sounds of the city filtering in with the humidity. He felt sleep begin to pull him down. He was almost out when he heard a car slow at the entrance to the lot. Through his eyelids he saw headlights wash over his ceiling. The vehicle stopped in the lot but didn’t kill its engine. It sat idling. He heard one of its doors open, then light footsteps came running up the front walk.
Then his door buzzer sounded.
He opened his eyes.
It couldn’t be anyone he knew. There wasn’t anyone he knew.
He listened for buzzers going off in other apartments—he’d heard that before, when people came to the front door and hit every button until someone let them in. He didn’t hear it now.
He pulled the sheet aside and stood. He went to the window and pressed his face against the screen to get an angle on the front door.
There was a girl down at the entry. She was standing on the walk, a few feet away from the pad. She’d pressed the button and stepped back from it. She was staring up at the open window of Travis’s bedroom—had been staring at it even before he appeared there—and now she flinched when she saw him. She looked nervous as hell. The vehicle parked thirty feet behind her was a taxi cab.
The girl looked about twenty, but it was hard to say. She could’ve been younger than that. She had light brown hair to her shoulders. Big eyes behind a pair of glasses that covered about a quarter of her face—they were either five years behind the style or five years ahead of it.
Travis had never seen her before.
She’d seen him somewhere, though, if only in a picture. It was clear by her expression. She recognized him even by the glow of the lamppost in the parking lot.
She stepped off the concrete walkway onto the grass. She took three steps toward the window. Her eyes never left his. She stopped. For another second she just stood there looking up at him.
Then she said, “Travis Chase.”
Not a question.
Travis ran the possible implications through his head. There weren’t many. Actually there was only one.
“Paige Campbell sent you,” he said.
The girl nodded.
“I was under the impression Paige would show up herself,” Travis said, “if she ever needed to talk to me. Which would only happen in an emergency.”
“I’m sorry,” the girl said. “But Paige is the emergency. She left a message instructing me to find you here. Right before she disappeared.”
By Patrick Lee
The Breach
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About the Author
Patrick Lee lives in Michigan. The Breach is his first novel and the first installment of several near-future adventures. To find out more, please
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