Chapter 10Rain drummed on the construction trailer roof. No gentle spring mist here, each drop’s hard impact echoed over John’s head like the pop, pop, pop of a nail gun.
His never-ending stack of paperwork momentarily caught up, John left his desk and strode to the window. He glared at the storm-darkened sky, lip curled and fists planted on his hips.
The massive weather system had stalled out over the city three days ago. Gray clouds, dark and swollen with the looming threat of even more moisture to come. John rubbed at the back of his neck; his spirits sagging lower than the water-filled tarp caught on the fence outside.
John normally didn’t buy into conspiracy theories, but this project might make him a believer. How else could he explain the impossible string of bad luck? He squeeze
