Chapter 3
Honestly, it’s a quiet job. We watch a number of monitors for any questionable and illegal activity by interlopers. Plus, we do rounds, walking for hours. Any and all trespassers are arrested; we simply call 911 and the local authorities handle the emergency situations. It’s easy work that pays well; money I probably don’t deserve. Also, I get a loaded package of benefits. Good for me. I’ve been working there for six years now. No complaints on my end. Keeps the money rolling in. Can I get an Amen?
When my shift ends, Hamilton asks me across the parking lot next to the West Gate, “Hey, Joslin, Roddy’s doesn’t close for an hour. Do you want to get a beer?”