“Does she think I don’t know how to do my job?” Etts, sitting on the table next to a cold cup of coffee, let out a series of beeps and chirps. “I wasn’t asking you.” He pointed at the adjoining monitor, the feed from four security cameras splitting it into quadrants. “I know what I’m doing!” The shout echoed around the tiny room, a stone’s throw from the main security office. Huckness had taken one look at the marshal’s face after coming back from breaking up a fight and detoured Daniel to a private room. He’d used the excuse of giving the marshal privacy for viewing the security tapes before scampering out under the claim of having to do paperwork. Daniel figured the security chief was afraid Trainer would return and he’d be caught in the middle of a fight between the foreman and Daniel, caught between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t know how much Huckness knew or if he was in on Trainer’s offer to sideline Kowalski but he suspected the man was trying to stay honest by staying as clear of the conflict as possible.
