“I have to say the regilding of the Torch of Learning’s flame at the apex of the dome with twenty-three-and-a- half-carat gold leaf was an inspired touch.”
“Well, I can’t take credit for that one, but it does look terrific against the roof’s copper patina.”
“But you
“That we did. It’ll easily last another hundred years or more. And with a price tag of over eighty million, it should.”
“We won’t be allowed to take any pictures of the construction plans, will we?”
“I’m afraid not. Security issues and all that.”
“I completely understand, but I had to ask. Can we at least look at them? When we do write the story, I want to be able to give full flavor to all the incredible ingenuity that your firm brought to the project. And it might help you give us a better commentary if they’re in front of us. Our magazine will be distributed in eight countries. Not that your firm needs the exposure, but it couldn’t hurt.”
Keller smiled. “Well, it sounds like this article will be good for business. In fact, we’ve been looking to branch out overseas.”
“Then I think this is a match made in heaven,” Annabelle replied.
“Any particular phase you’d like to look at?”
“All of it, really, but perhaps a focus on the basement and the second floor, which I heard were challenges too.”
“It was all a challenge, Ms. Collins.”
“Please, call me Regina. And the reconfig of the HVAC?”
“That
“I can tell this is going to be a great article,” Annabelle cooed.
Keller picked up the phone, and minutes later they were looking over the architectural plans. Milton positioned himself such that he took in every inch of the drawings, mentally filing every detail away in far reaches of his brain that most human beings could not access in theirs. Keller went over various points while Annabelle quickly sized up the plans and directed his attention and comments to the basement fire suppression room, the HVAC and the Rare Books reading room vaults.
“Now, the fire suppression equipment is centrally housed and piped through the slab?” she asked, drawing a finger along this part of the plan.
“Exactly. We were able to centrally locate it because of the delivery system we had. But they’re in the process of changing the suppressant.”
“Halon 1301,” Milton volunteered, and Annabelle gave him a rewarding smile. “An ozone depletion monster. We have the same problem across the pond.”
“Precisely,” Keller agreed.
“And this HVAC duct runs right up to the vaults housed around the reading room,” she pointed out.
“Yes, that was a little tricky because of the limited space, but we piggybacked some of the principal ductwork right onto the shelving columns.”
“And still allow them to be load-bearing. That is very clever,” Annabelle complimented.
They went over the drawings for another half hour until Annabelle pronounced herself satisfied. “Leslie,” she said to Milton, “do you need to see anything else?”
He shook his head and, smiling, put his finger to his temple. “I’ve got it all up here.”
Annabelle laughed and Keller quickly joined in.
She took a photo of Keller and his partner, Mahoney, for the story, and promised to send them a copy of the magazine when it came out.
As they were leaving, Keller said, “If you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to give us a call.”
“You’ve been more helpful than you could possibly imagine,” Annabelle replied truthfully.
As they climbed into Annabelle’s rented Ford, Milton said, “Thank God that’s over. My palms are so sweaty I could barely open the car door.”
“Milton, you did great. That halon comment was perfectly timed to put the mar—I mean, to put Keller at ease.”
“It actually did feel good. Even though I felt like throwing up a couple of times.”
“Forget about it; that comes with the territory. And you showed some style too with that ‘got it all up here’ comment.”
Milton beamed. “You liked that one? It just came out.”
“I can tell you’re a natural at this.”
He glanced at her. “You seem to do this stuff really well too.”
She put the car in gear. “Just beginner’s luck.”
CHAPTER 34
WHILE ANNABELLE AND MILton were meeting with the architects, Stone had ventured into the neighborhood where Bob Bradley had lived. He’d dressed in a floppy hat, oversize coat and baggy pants, and he had on a leash Goff, Caleb’s mongrel dog, which had been named after the first director of the Rare Books Division. This was a dodge that he’d used before, and had actually originated in his old job with the government. People just could not bring themselves to be suspicious about someone walking a pet. Stone had no idea, of course, that Roger
