Chapter 49

He shook his head. If only he had never bragged about the shenanigans he'd witnessed on his early morning routes, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Ben climbed into his street sweeper and headed out. As he drove his route in the darkness, he kept his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, like the drug dealers who'd tried to overdose him. His pulse thudded at the recollection, and he broke into a sweat. His arm pricked in the spot they'd stabbed him with the needle. He rubbed the bruised area.

In his whole life, he'd never imagined something like this would happen to him. His simple, humdrum life as a department of public works employee was suddenly not so uneventful.

He swung his gaze around again, noticing nothing unusual. Maybe since he'd actually lived, his accosters had closed up shop here. The police had mentioned his assailants were likely not from the area.