Chapter 5
Kyle caught up with Vic again at the time clock. The man was nothing if not persistent. “Hey, Vic,” he whined. “No harm done, you know?”
If this was an attempt at trying to sound contrite, it didn’t work. Vic punched his time card and brushed by Kyle, heading for the locker room. He’d ignore the man, simple as that. If he didn’t, he’d kick his ass, and that wouldn’t look good on his next performance review.
But Kyle trailed behind him like a nagging afterthought. “Dude, we’re pals, right? I was just kidding you. I know you guys are tight.”
As he deposited his lunchbox in his locker, Vic gave Kyle a withering stare, but his co-worker was too busy running a greasy hand through his short blonde hair to notice. “All I’m saying is that was you in the paper, no?”
Vic narrowed
