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“Purgatory is a huge money maker for us,” I say, making sure to sign while I speak. No need to get fined again. “And the month’s books were off.”
Soul instantly stiffens, as do Grim and Malice.
“What do you mean they were off?” Malice growls.
I wave my hand dismissively. “It’s sorted out. Turns out Waylon just forgot to add an expense to the spreadsheet.”
“Then why are your panties in a wad?” Grim glares at me.
“They’re not in a wad,” I insist.
“So, you admit you’re wearing panties?” Malice retorts with an insane amount of snark in his tone.
“Fuck off.”
The three of them throw their heads back and laugh. When they sober, Soul slaps me on the back.
“Bro, get over it,” he instructs. “So, Waylon fucked up. Do you believe he’s telling the truth about the mistake?”
I think about it, recalling Waylon’s shocked expression when I told him about the missing money. Then I remember how upset he was when he realized that it was his error that caused the shortage.
“Yeah, I believe him.”
“Then keep an eye on him and make sure it doesn’t happen again,” Soul says. “If it does, then we’ll deal with it and him.”
Oh, it won’t happen again. Because if it does, I’ll purge the bastard for all his sins. No one fucks around with Saints Purgatory business and gets away with it.
CHAPTER 6
SKYE
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Still waiting on that beer, sweetheart.”
I glance up from the register, cursing my rotten luck. The computer is frozen, and a few people are waiting to be served.
“Give me just a minute, sir.” I glance down the bar at Tony. “Hey, Tony, is your system frozen?”
There are only two registers available for us to use. If they both go down, it’s really going to put a damper on the rest of the night. We won’t be able to run credit cards, and we’ll have to do the math manually. I cross my fingers, hoping that Tony’s is working.
“Yep.” He shrugs. “I restarted it, but it still hasn’t booted back up. I’m getting the spinning wheel of death. I haven’t seen Waylon, but I did text him to let him know. He said he was gonna try and get a hold of Rogue.”
Groaning, I pull out my phone. I guess we’re doing things old-school tonight. I pass a long neck to the man who’s been waiting for a while.
“Sorry, our machines seem to be down at the moment.”
“No problem. Here,” he says, tossing down a ten-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
He disappears into the crowd, and my breath whooshes out of my body. I stare at the money like it’s a snake that’ll infect me with its venom if I touch it.
This can’t be happening. It’s too busy tonight for systems to be down.
Friday nights are always packed, but the crowd is bigger than normal because Apple is signing in thirty minutes, and she always draws in the customers.
I jump and whip my head to the side when I’m tapped on the shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Tony asks, and I nod. “Waylon said to write down all the credit card numbers, keep track of those running a tab, and try to get customers to use cash going forward. Tell anyone using a credit card that we’ll have to run them manually, and their cards will be charged once the systems come back up.”
