“You know Bear, our engineer, and this is Leon Matson, our maintenance technician. Dane Garrison’s replacing Grogan as our arson man.”
The men shook hands, but unlike previous greetings, Bear’s hand was ice cold. He didn’t look Dane in the face, and his face was so pinched and white Dane wondered if he might pass out. Although he’d seemed fine last night, maybe he’d been ill. Despite the excuse he’d given, maybe feeling sick was the real reason he hadn’t joined them for pizza and beer.
The captain signaled they were going into the room where the damp hoses were racked for drying, and Bear appeared to relax as they walked away.