CHAPTER 4
Tacon scurried as fast as his tiny feet would allow him, up the alley and as far from Twixie’s as he could. He was scared and still trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
As usual Jason hadn’t finished his job and left a crap ton for him to do. Tacon had unloaded the dishwasher and then reloaded it with half of the dirty dishes still waiting to be washed. He knew he had to get the dang things done, because the lunch rush wasn’t going to leave him a whole lot of time, and Harley got pissed if he had to wait for a plate or bowl for serving. Once he had done all that, Tacon had grabbed the full trash bag that Jason should have emptied, but hadn’t, and rushed out back to toss it in the dumpster.
What Tacon hadn’t expected was for the homeless guy he had given a meal t
