Roxanne could hear the sound of the glass breaking from the truck where she had been watching Tom on a small screen transmitting from Tom's secret video camera on his shirt. Thanks to Blake, they had borrowed the sophisticated surveillance equipment.
She knew Tom needed help. Everyone had stopped to stare at him, and his blunder proved he didn't have much construction experience. Nervous he could be exposed, she had to get Tom out of there.
Roxanne rifled through the back of the truck cab, looking for something, anything she could use as a prop to help her. She twisted the side of her shirt into a knot and shook her hair out of its ponytail. Grabbing a folder from Tom's work bag and finding a pen in the glove compartment, she hurried out of the truck.
“Yoo,hoo," she said as she entered
