Chapter 30: Caesars Box (2/2)

I heard the door open but didn't turn around to see who it was.

”Mia,” Anthony addressed me. I nodded my head as he sat across me. ”So, where are the codes, Sean?” Sean pulled out a paper from his jeans pocket and handed it to Anthony. I waited patiently, knowing that I would get my turn.

”I think I know what this is,” he told us.

”What is it?” I asked, curiously.

”It's not much actually. This is in Morse Code.” He handed the paper to me.

”I thought Morse Code uses dashes and dots,” I heard Sean say.

”It does. Morse is used orally, too. It's usually 'dit' for dots and 'dah' for dashes. It's easy; you'll be able to figure it out.” He was about to stand up when I interrupted him.

”It still doesn't make any sense, Anthony,” I hissed. ”It's Morse, but it doesn't translate to anything!” I held the paper close to my face and re-read the whole thing.

”Let me see,” Anthony said with exasperation. ”Hand me a pencil, will you?” He asked Sean. Sean produced a pencil and watched closely as Anthony took the paper from me and started circling the separate letters.

'di-di-dit dah-di-dah-dit dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah-di-dah-dah di-di-dah dit di-dah-dit di-dah-dit di-di-dit di-dah-dah dah-di-dah di-dah dit dah-di-dah-dah'

”That turns into S-C-N-O-Y-U-E-R-R-S-W-K-A-E-Y,” I tried to keep my voice devoid of smugness, but the sharp look Anthony gave me was enough for me to know that I hadn't done a good job. He pointed at my t-shirt, which I instinctively looked at and frowned.

I had forgotten that I had to tone down my attitude.

'As you wish, Boss.'

”I can't see a pattern here,” Anthony told me as he combed his hair with his hand. ”See if you get something.” I nodded, chanting the letters in my head.

”Fifteen letters,” I mumbled to myself before staring at the page again. Anthony tapped his fingers on each letter. ”Maybe the words are all mixed up.”

”And how are we going to find the words?” Sean asked calmly.

”Patterns,” both of us said at the same time. We looked up at each other and then back at the letters.

”Fifteen can be divided by three and five.” Anthony quickly went over the letters, hoping to find some similarity or a trace of a word.

Nothing.

”The closest square to fifteen is sixteen,” I mumbled to myself. ”Give me the paper, will you?” Anthony handed it over to me. ”So, if I make a table of four by four, it will be okay.” I made a grid on the paper and started filling the boxes with one letter each starting from left to right. Once the words were placed, I read the letters vertically.

SYRACUSE NEW YORK.

A smile spread across my lips.

”Caesar's box?” Anthony whispered in fascination. ”That was great. Syracuse, New York.” He turned away from us; pulling out the phone from his pocket he dialed a number.

”I need all the information about Darcy's contacts in Syracuse, now. And find out where he can store things.” He turned to us once more. ”Job well done,” he said before he walked out of the room.

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