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The insurance check was a beautiful thing and if Chester Davis hadn’t been eighty-five, Scooter might have kissed the postmaster. It covered a little more than half the damages (after the deductible came out) and would ensure that Scooter didn’t have to buy a new oven on credit. Interest rates were stupidly high, and while he could take out an equity loan against Dockside if he had to, that put the restaurant too close to the bank’s hands for comfort. There were always box-places making offers on the land or the building.
The buyers would tear the building down the instant the papers cleared and something stupid and mainstream like an Olive Garden would go up in its place. They’d keep the staff on for a while, but eventually they’d be let go, since new people could be paid a lot less. Not that Jason would want to stay; cooking at a box-shop was all reheating stuff that was shipped in. None of it was fresh.