NOW THAT I’VE had time to reflect, I’m totally going with Blog Me Deadly. If you know your noir movies, you’ll get the next reference.
Everything made sense. The package. The small towns in Ontario that were notably close to nuclear research labs or storage facilities. Sudden hair loss, thyroid supplement for radiation protection. A hot metal canister full of what one can only assume is the Head of the Medusa.
Thinking about it, what else is Chalk River known for? Nothing. It’s like that time I didn’t know Kitchener used to be called Berlin.
As people started filtering out of the athletic club, I called Vijay and filled him in on Jim’s activities, and why I was being interrogated by terrorists looking for a package. He said he’d call the RCMP immediately, and that I did some good work. He also told me to “get the hell away from there.”
I was inclined to do what he said, for once. I was standing in the middle of a downtown parking lot in someone else’s bathing suit and flip-flops. And my hair was wet.