Chapter 12

The crane turned, the panel swinging gently from the arc of motion. Seconds into the process, Alden apparently saw the foreman. “Get the fuck out of the way, Flannery,” he yelled. “You’re right in the wrong place.”

Mitch staggered a step or two, spun around, and tripped. He fell flat, right across the end of the last panel. He grunted as one knee slammed on the sharp end of the first rail. Roane remembered to wave “halt” before he ran to where the beefy man sprawled. He grabbed the foreman by the back of his shirt and one shoulder and heaved upward as hard as he could.

“Get your fucking fat ass out of the way.” Roane deliberately kept his voice low, but all the contempt he felt laced his tone. “What do you think you’re doing? No idiot would get right in the path of a moving panel. Are you trying to commit suicide?”