Chapter 4

Jay shook his head, expression focused. “Grab me a coffee then leave me in peace.”

Dean fetched the beverage—careful to prepare the drink how Jay liked—before doing as asked. He lasted forty minutes, by which time he’d walked around the garage at least three times and ticked off his staff twice.

Jay dropped a chewed plastic pen lid on the desk, kicking back, sending the chair he sat in sliding a few inches. Entwining his fingers, and placing them on his head, he said, “I can’t find them.”

Crap.Dean’s stomach plummeted. He needed to tell his father. There would be stacks of paperwork to wade through. Not good.

Jay swivelled in his seat. “You’re lucky your dad’s so meticulous about backing up every day. I’m restoring the entire database. Then I can add this morning’s figures.”

Dean as good as sagged. The backup! Forgotten because of his panic and because he seldom bothered. “And Dad won’t realise?”