Dust particles flew into the air. Did anyone ever clean the fucking furnaces in this place? I’d been told when I started work here almost a month ago that this furnace was haunted. No matter what anyone did, it was unreliable. Apparently cleaning it hadn’t occurred to the brain trust. Ah, well. I’d take a look at it. Replacing an industrial furnace of this size would cost a ton of dough. Fixing it would score me points with my boss John. Like me, he was an Army veteran, so I’d felt an immediate loyalty to him. I set to work cleaning and checking sensors, losing myself in the work. I was qualified to do police work since being honorably discharged from the military after serving my time, but I hadn’t felt any desire to go down that route. This job was a better fit for me. I was a night owl who loved fixing things. And not worrying about getting my ass shot at for the first time in two years was a nice bonus. My work phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to check the message.
