Liam woke while the sun wasn’t even a thought in the sky. Carmen scooted closer again and as much as he wanted to stay in bed, he needed to make sure he was ready. He made a pot of coffee and read through Carmen’s checklist of items.
She’d written down Gus’s routine. Some of Gus’s plan didn’t make sense. It seemed inefficient. He finished his first cup of coffee and began his own plan of attack. He settled at the kitchen table with Carmen’s big binder of information. He had read it. Admittedly, there were parts he skimmed. The food truck was a small kitchen. Kitchens were all the same. Food safety regulations didn’t change.
He glanced at his phone. The temperature reading for the day was only supposed to be a high of fifteen degrees, not accounting for wind chill.
His best hope was that
