“What the hell are you thinking?” Phoebe demanded.
Shana stood in front of her in the break room at work, her arms crossed, her mouth in a tight line. “That I need to do something! That’s what. I just told you what I heard. Hank said he’s talked with Dane and Jake about who they can send out to Montana. So, I’m going. No reason not to.”
Shana whirled away from Phoebe and quickly stuffed her work clothes inside her locker before yanking her coat and purse out.
Phoebe’s mind whirred. She had to stall Shana, but Shana was one of the most stubborn people she knew. Conveniently, Rosie walked into the break room. She quickly glanced between them and stopped at the door, pushing it shut with her hips and leaning on it. She eyed Shana speculatively. “What’s up?”
Shana glared at her. “I’m takin
