Chapter 4“Boss?”
The door to the trailer slammed open. John glanced up, grateful to escape his never-ending pile of paperwork. His relief vanished when Dean, one of the electrical contractors, pushed his way into the construction site office. His eyes were wide, breath coming in sharp pants. “Grab your kit. We need help.”
“What happened?” John had already swung out of his chair, pulling the red metal case off the wall as he moved, Dean’s sense of urgency both apparent and catching.
“Accident over by the tool crib.”
John took the steps in a single jump. He quickened his pace. His longer legs forced Dean to jog alongside him. The site appeared devoid of life, and instead of the usual clangs, bangs, and curses, the air was filled with an odd silence.
“How bad?” John questioned; his voice
