“You got that family off a dangerous road.”
Sarah kept hold of my hand for a few seconds after she said it. I wanted to believe that was enough to settle the question. It wasn’t. I still needed the hours, and Victor still controlled which routes I got.
For the next two weeks, the schedule stayed thin. I took what I was given and tried not to make Sarah carry the whole worry. That was a poor plan. She could see the difference in the hours, and she had already seen Victor’s text.
When I came home with the news that he wanted me in his office, she asked whether I knew why.
“No,” I said. “He just told me to come in.”
“Did he say it was about your warning?”
“He didn’t say.”
She looked at me for a moment. “And you’re going?”
“I can’t exactly ignore him.”
Two weeks had passed since I stopped on the interstate. I walked into Victor’s office expecting another discussion about the late delivery. Julian Hayes sat across from his desk.
For a second, I only recognized him by his face. Then I noticed the same tired expression he’d had beside the SUV, though this time his clothes were dry and his hands weren’t shaking from the cold. Victor glanced at me.
“Marcus, this is Mr. Hayes. He asked to speak with you.”
Julian stood. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Is your family okay?”
“Yes. They got home. We’re all fine.” He hesitated, then added, “I came to thank you properly. And to pay you back.”
Victor leaned back in his chair. “Mr. Hayes contacted the company. He says you paid for the tow.”
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