By the time Drew arrived at work, he was eighty minutes late. He checked in with Jean, the supervisor, and detailed what had happened out at mile marker seventeen. “Do you think we can send a couple of guys out there to take care of the van?”
“Seeing as how I’ve got Russ doing inventory for the third time this month, I think we can spare you two.” Jean pulled out some paperwork that she’d probably looked at a dozen times. “This is really more of Adam’s department, though.” She peered at Drew over the top of her glasses, the question clear in her expression.
“Oh, don’t call Adam.” Drew waved his hand dismissively, his tone dry. “I’ll let him know what happened.” For some reason, Drew wanted to take care of the van for Gretchen. It wasn’t his fault her tire had gone flat, or that she’d use
