Chapter 22
Karl held on to the looped leather handle, swaying with the movement of the trolley. He could see Loretta at the other end of the car, but she never met his gaze. He wasn't quite sure where George had gotten the badge she wore, exactly like his own. She'd walked through the employee exit right in front of him after the guard signed her out without batting an eye.
If he lived though the next week, Karl intended to pour George a lot more of Loretta's Northlands whiskey and get him to explain a great many things.
Taking more than a week was simply not an option, at least one Karl was willing to explore. His boss had been fairly understanding, but he had a strong feeling he'd have to produce a corpse to get any more time off. The story of his ailing sister only had to hold up a l
