“Okay.”
Giles hung up and went into the storeroom. He found the always-comfortable-looking chair and plunked himself down in it. He put his feet up on the desk and pulled out his phone. He saw he had full bars and 4g.
He was shaken awake by Rod less than a half hour later. He wiped his mouth, and the back of his hand coming away wet.
“Out like a light, bro.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Nah, who cares. Take them z’s when you can get ‘em.”
“Okay.”
“Listen, I need your help, bro. I need you to stay for a couple hours of overtime to clean the kitchen.”
“The what?” Giles rubbed his eyes, smearing a sheen of saliva on his right eyelid.
“The kitchen. One of the night guys called in sick. We gotta cover it. It’ll be easy, trust me. Just do what you can. I’ll leave a note saying you covered it. It’ll be
