Chapter 9George woke with a jerk and stared right into a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
“Sleeping on the job, Mr. Vega?”
“Axel?” He cleared his throat and looked around. Mira was curled up next to Luna on the sofa, both awake but quiet.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just tired.” He stretched and since Axel wasn’t moving away, they almost touched.
George narrowed his eyes. “You’re early.” Didn’t he normally work until midnight on Thursdays?
Axel nodded, looking grim. “There wasn’t much to sort. The small packages only contain two points this week.”
“Shit.” George got up, forcing Axel to step back, or he’d have bumped into him. Once he stood, he wrapped an arm around his middle. “It’s not your fault.”
Axel shook his head. “People will die.”
George nodded. “Soon, soon there will be a lot more
