Chapter 5

“For the money. Needed a job that paid more than minimum wage.”

“With that new truck?”

“Yeah, it ain’t paid for yet.” No use telling these guys I’m trying to pay my way through another year of college. They’d pro’bly laugh their asses off and gang up to make my life hell. It’s going to be hard enough to fit in, if I’m reading this right. Well, nobody’s tried to kick my ass—not yet, anyway.

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The next morning, Roane met the foreman. Flannery didn’t impress him much more in the rising sun than he had the night before. He came waddling over, a scowl on his puffy, blotched face. “New hire?”

“Yep. Roane Wellman. The hiring agent told me to report to you when I got here, but it was after quittin’ time when I drove in last night.” No use letting on I saw he was drunk or stoned or whatever.