Chapter 46

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.

And people who were on vacation deserved to be able to have something new, not the same fucking food they could get around the corner. That was part of the fun of vacation, right? Not that Scooter’d ever really had one, but hey, he understood the theory.

He pulled into the parking lot and sat there in the cab for a long moment, staring at Dockside. They’d all been working like demons for the last three days, and if Scooter went up to Steelman’s tomorrow, they could reopen as early as Thursday. Assuming Steelman’s had an oven he could use, and that they could get it installed and ready—