Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
“All right,” the sergeant said to Joel after the colonel radioed him back. “Come show me.”
Joel hesitated, but the sergeant’s commanding mannerisms made it difficult to refuse him. What the hell.
“He’s one of them,” Joel said pointing to the front of the line. “The redhead, there, with the bandaged hand. Already took a stack of boxes over, and he’s back for more.”
“Simmons!” the sergeant called to the soldier at the head of the line. “Don’t let that one in there, with the red hair.”
He turned back to Joel. “Let’s go.”
Joel led the sergeant to the U-Haul in time to stop two other accomplices from loading four stacked boxes of produce in each of their arms, which hid everything but their hands from the waist up. The big man, apparently content to be que
