Bradley stared at the screen of his laptop. He’d read the same sentence twenty times and didn’t remember a word. His back hurt from sitting in the same spot for half an hour without moving. Being here, in his office in the warehouse, was just an excuse to take a break from Carla’s outpouring of emotion. He loved her to the moon and back but since the car accident she was either crying or drinking. Sometimes both. And he got it. She’d never experienced a loss like Susie and grieving took time and all that, but he just needed his own space for a bit.
‘Boss?’
‘Mother of…’ Bradley almost jumped out of his seat. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’
‘Warehouse is normally deserted on Sundays. Thought I’d keep working on the container fit-out.’
Tall and bony with white, short-cropped hair, Abe
