Chapter Four
Emmett liked his coffee black and strong, but the brew he’d poured from the commercial unit at the driving school was disgusting. He spat out the mouthful, choking, and stared at the pot, smelling the bitterness. It was undrinkable, and he wondered how long it had been sitting there. He dumped his cup down the drain in the small cubby of a kitchen with its grimy floors. It appeared not to have been cleaned since…ever!
Maybe this was something he’d have to get his secretary to handle. He darted his head around the corner to the reception area, seeing it empty. “Heather?” he called out. He saw no one but could hear voices from the small staff room, where everyone who showed up for work stopped off first. He kept walking around the corner and into the square industrial room. Em
