THIRTEEN
One AM. Getting out of work on time was probably easiest on that shift. In the other rotations, they were more likely to get caught on a call and they weren’t allowed to hang up simply because they reached the end of their shift. That being said, they almost always got difficult callers. Sometimes they were drunk, sometimes horny. Just about anything could happen on third shift.
Heading off the main floor, Poppy retrieved her phone from her purse and was pleased to see she had a voicemail. Only one person, other than work, had her number: her grandmother.
Before she could press the button to listen to it, someone came running up at her side.
“Poppy!” Charlotte said. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she said, clearing the screen of her phone. That could be it; Poppy had to prepare herself. It cou
