“You’re serious?” Luke said Sunday night, when Jourdain told him about the pending job.
“Absolutely.” Jourdain handed him a slip of paper. “This is the address of the warehouse, and the foreman’s name. He’ll hire you on, although I can’t guarantee it will be nights, despite what I told you yesterday.”
“Right now, I’d be willing to work any time he needs me. It’s not like there’s anywhere else I have to be.”
“One question. Do you have ID? I’m sure he’ll need it, to put you on the payroll.”
“Yep. I grew up in…Well, in a state where I could get a driver’s license as soon as I turned sixteen. I did, right before I left home. It’s good for five years, so it should work. I’ll tell him I moved to the city, umm, two months ago and haven’t had a chance to apply for a new license yet.” Luke frow
