It was well after five p.m. when Gizmo pulled his bike into the fenced yard at the clubhouse, Sackett was right behind him on his own bike. Inside he nodded at Dumbass and asked for a beer before going into the back room. He left the door standing open as he pulled out his laptop, set it on the table and opened it.
He and Sackett had only managed to get in a half-day’s work on security systems, but they"d done everything they could until his order was delivered. It was scheduled for tomorrow, but even if it came in early, they’d probably lose most of the day. He wasn’t counting on early delivery. It seemed like the more he needed whatever was in a shipment, the later in the day he received it.
Now, having slept later than he was used to, he was wide awake. He figured he might as well see
