Trent stepped off the ladder that led to the loft area above one of the tool sheds. They didn’t keep much up there, but he had to check it anyway to be sure. Everything looked to be there, though, so whoever it was had only taken what was easily accessible.
Sweat was pouring off him. It was ninety degrees today and the humidity was stifling. He felt for his crews on days like this.
Grabbing his bottle of water, he downed the rest of the contents. Thank goodness he was finally done with inventory and he could go home and shower.
He took one last look around the shed before heading toward the dumpster to toss his now empty water bottle. When he walked out from beneath the cover of the shed, Trent noticed his brother marching toward him. Chris looked to be on a mission. Trent was glad he’d
