Chapter 4
“I’m looking for Mr. Peters,” Luke told the woman at a desk in the waiting room of the warehouse.
“Is he expecting you?” she asked.
“I think so. My name is Luke Ryder.”
She pushed a button on the intercom, announcing that a Mr. Ryder was there for Mr. Peters. A couple of minutes later a tall, blond, somewhat overweight man came in. He looked Luke over, nodded, and said, “Follow me,” before opening a door at the back of the waiting room.
Luke did, then took a seat beside a metal desk in what, he presumed, was Mr. Peters’ office.
“Have you ever done warehouse work?” Peters asked.
“No, sir.”
“Figured as much. Mr. Stanbury seems to think anyone with two feet and two hands can handle hauling boxes around.”
Since he had no idea who Mr. Stanbury was, other than he was probably
