Chapter 3The following Tuesday
It was the Tuesday morning after the incident as Brian named it when Jamie came into the kitchen to get something to drink. “Why don’t you take your break and have some tea with us?” Brian asked, waving him over to the counter where they always sat. “You have a break now, don’t you?”
“I do but it’s time to pay the quarterly taxes and I still have to tally last night’s bar and food receipts and look at the invoices we received from our vendors. I’ll need to check them against your packing slips, Jim, if you don’t mind. Some of these guys try to pad the invoices. I know you check the contents of every box against the packing list, but I want to be sure the invoices and the packing slips match up.” Jamie was looking through the papers he held in his hand. “We
