The warehouse was noisy and busy. Abel and three other men unloaded boxes onto pallets from the flatbed ute which was backed in thanks to the rain. A forklift moved the pallets as soon as they were loaded, depositing them at the end of the long work benches. A small delivery truck idled outside waiting its turn.
In the middle of this, a black luxury SUV edged past and found a parking spot at the back of the driveway.
Bradley grabbed an umbrella and shot out into the weather, hurrying to get to the visitor before he got out.
He held it over the driver’s door, water trickling down his neck as he lost coverage.
‘Day for ducks, not people.’ Duncan Chandler sounded cheery as he climbed out after checking where his feet—clad in crocodile leather shoes—would land. ‘I look forward to an early
