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“All good for me, too. Now, go see your man,” Rum waves me away, and I don’t waste time continuing my way through the building.
I have to stop for a moment when Ian and Truck are blocking the corridor. “Come on, Truck. I get bored.”
“Just because you are bored doesn’t mean you spend all day and night here working. Everyone thinks I’m pulling you in so I can have time out.” Truck sounds more than a little annoyed.
“Um, can I butt in?” I ask, giving both of them a raised eyebrow.
They turn and look at me, but say nothing, so I take it as permission to speak. “Look, Ian, why don’t you help with other businesses? My team could use an extra pair of hands at times. Darius needs help to get the lot organized. The crew on the compound needs a gofer now and again, especially for lunch runs and the like.”
Ian looks at me and then Truck. “Oh. I could do that I suppose.”
Truck places a hand on Ian’s shoulder as he speaks, “You are a fuckin’ excellent addition to the team here, Ian. Don’t think I’m getting rid of you because I’m not. But it is no good running yourself ragged here every day.”
Seeing them both speaking along the right lines now, I quickly pass them and head to the recovery office. I am stopped by Briony who is waving frantically.
“Miri, Miri, will you do me a favor?” Briony blurts when she reaches me.
“What’s up?” I ask because it's obvious something has her rattled.
“Miri, there is a man in the shower block and he won’t come out!”
“He won’t come out?” I frown as I look at the shower block. “What the heck would he want to stay in there for?”
Briony shrugs, “I don’t know but I’ve knocked on the door of the shower four times and he is not coming out.”
“Okay, we’ll tell the office. Let them deal with it.” I screech a little when a deep voice from behind me asks, “Deal with what?”
Turning, Malik is standing behind me, and I rub my throat while scowling at him. “Freaking heck, Malik, you scared the shit outta me.”
“Sorry, Miri,” Malik states, but you know I’m not sure he is because he is smirking. “Briony, go fetch Truck. This is under his boss umbrella.”
Briony runs into the back of the gas station, and I turn to look at the shower block again. “Should we go see if he’s okay?”
Malik tuts, “Nope, we leave it to Truck. It’s part of his domain, and he can deal with it. What are you doing anyway?”
Peeking at him over my shoulder, “I’m going to see Joker.”
“Well, off you scoot,” Malik gives me a shooing gesture.
Not wanting to get into any trouble with Malik, I head into the recovery office and fill them in on what’s going on. There are only Joker and Bull in the office as Tripp and Jay are moving into the double-wide today. One of them will probably be on duty in here tonight, though.
“Sit here, Miri, and let's watch what’s going on,” Joker smirks, and Bull I’m surprised to say, leaves his desk and takes a seat on the opposite side of me to Joker. We are all sitting at a station watching the security camera Joker pulled up so we could watch what’s happening.
We watch Truck and Xero come out the back of the gas station, speak to Malik while Briony stands wringing her hands together with nerves.
Truck bangs his fist on the shower door, and when nothing happens, he raises his hand giving a signal to Xero. Taking out a set of keys, Truck unlocks the shower block and heads inside.
For privacy, the inside of the shower block has no cameras once you open an individual shower door. But we can see Xero and Truck speaking at the only door that is closed.
“What do you think he’s doing?” I whisper.
Bull chuckles, “Why are you whispering, Miri? You know he can’t hear you.”
“Shut up, Bull,” I giggle mind you.
Joker takes hold of my hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Truck will sort it out. I hope he’s okay in there?”
“Oh, no. Do you think something is wrong with him?” I gasp because I’d not even thought of that possibility.
