Chapter 4
“As long as you only need two days off, and it’s during the week,” Garth said, “it shouldn’t be a problem.”
It was a month after I’d been hired, and a month since I’d agreed to work for Reynolds. In that time, Angel had done her best to get me up to par on what I needed to know. At the end of the second week, she’d pronounced me proficient enough to be back up on one of the upcoming jobs. Reynolds had left town the day after my first time at the shooting range. He came back to see for himself if she was correct. I felt like a high schooler trying to pass a final exam—which I did. With flying colors, according to him.
While I was doing all of that, I was also putting in eight hours at the bar. Two weeks in, Garth decided I could handle things on my own during my shift. That gav
