Chapter 18Akira was at work, waiting for her relief to show minutes before one A.M. She worked twelve hours to fill in for a sick employee, and she needed the money. She’d have to find another job that paid better. She really liked the store and working for Marshall, and he paid her as well as he could, but she was getting older and had to look out for herself.
Adam, her relief and about sixty-five years old, arrived and clocked in. Akira left, wishing him a good shift. She pushed the door open when she heard the usual screeching tires and cars crashing. She looked to the intersection of Branham and Pearl and saw three vehicles coming to a rest, one spinning around.
“Adam, call 911 and say 11-79 here. Need fire and ambulance.”
“Got it.” He reached for the phone, and Akira waited by the
