“I saw him yesterday when he came in and collected his severance pay. He was mad enough to chew nails, mister.”
“He quit yesterday?”
“Fired, brother.” the mousey little man with the brown wind breaker said, grinning and showing a set of badly stained teeth as he curled around a long line of big over the road trailers, picking up his pace, “The sonofabitch didn"t call in and didn"t come in and pick up his load on Wednesday. That load was supposed to be in Boston today. Fern was madder than hell. Said he had enough of that trouble-maker, so he fired his ass the moment Greg walked in through the door. I thought Greg was going to punch Fern"s lights out. But Mac and Howie were with Fern and they"re bigger than Greg, if you can believe that.”
About ten trailers down from the beginning of the
