With
Kief’s help, Logan
figured out where to find the house he was supposed to go to for the job—and what
bus would take him within a block of it. As he walked from the bus stop to the
street and turned the corner, he knew immediately from the vehicles in front of
it which house he needed.
“Damn,”
he muttered when he realized it was huge—a real mansion that stood three
stories tall, all white limestone and brick, with trees surrounding it on both
sides. He walked up the short sidewalk to the steps and through the open doorway.
Chaos met him. Controlled chaos but still… The interior of the ground floor had
been gutted down to the studs. He presumed the same held true for the floors
above him.
He
stood hesitantly until a man came up to him with a look that said he had better
have a reason to be there. Logan
told him who he was supposed to report to and was immediately handed a hardhat
and sent off to the right, toward the only place he could see with a standing
wall and a door. He opened it cautiously, and found himself in a small work
area with a large table. Blueprints and designs were spread over it and two men
stood at one end talking.
One
of them looked over, saw him and asked if he was the man from the day labor
service. When Logan
said he was, the man introduced himself as Mr. Morgan.
“Go
find Johnny. He should be on the second floor, short, dark hair, red plaid
shirt.”
Logan nodded and went in search him. Eventually, he found Johnny
at the back of the second floor. Johnny turned him over to one of the other men
and Logan soon
found himself so busy he barely had time to think.
Eight
hours later he was told to stop for the day. When he asked if he should return
the next morning, Johnny said, “Hell yes. You work as hard as you did today and
you’re here ‘til this is finished.”
With
a great deal of relief, which made up for his aching muscles, Logan left. Too tired to wait for the bus and
make the long ride back to the house, he found a deserted spot where no one
could see him and flashed back to his room.
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