Chapter 7
“Yeah, but only after I get you something to eat. Go to the break room and stay there. I’ll get you some food.”
“You don’t have—”
Another voice cut in. “He’ll eat anything, John.” It was Marc. Oh, that was just perfect.
“Okay. Back in a jiff.”
Marc took me by the elbow and led me the break room. I didn’t bother to resist, and I could feel eyes on us the whole way.
He settled me into a chair, then sat in another and faced me. “This needs to stop, Llew.”
“I’m just doing my job.”
“We’re all doing our jobs, buddy. But you’re overworking yourself, and soon you’ll be no good to anyone.”
He got up to get a soda from the machine, then handed it to me. It was orange-flavored. “Drink that to get a little sugar and listen to me carefully.”
I had never heard such a steely tone in his voice. “Okay.”