Chapter Forty
Squad car lights pulsed in slow rhythm and crowds milled nearby as the police herded employees away from the building. Fred took us aside in the parking lot.
“What kind of a stunt was that?” he asked. Marly and I knew better than to reply. “You know the company rules, and some rules are made to be kept. This offense is grounds for discipline. You don’t have carte blanche, you know. That third hour doesn’t entitle you to special privileges. Employee safety comes first. I’m sure Agent Emerson will have a few things to say. I can hardly wait. You bullheaded creative types are going to be the death of me!”
He raised his arms and splayed his fingers in frustration as if he could strangle the air. I swallowed hard and chewed on my lip. His speech over, he strode off in the direc
