Her shoulders were knotted up tight and her legs were stiff, but today, the tension was just from working at the job. Rasmus hadn’t shown up at the bakery, and since he didn’t have the number of the phone Iskander had given her, she hadn’t had to deal with any calls from him. The staff knew to hang up on him if he called the bakery, and they’d all learned the hard way to throw away anything he sent through the mail. A day without Rasmus was… pure bliss. She arched her back to work out some of the kinks of standing for nearly ten hours and looked up at the sliver of blue sky that showed between the buildings. The wind, though, was blowing, and she was glad of the peacoat Gray had bought for her. She walked to the mouth of the alley to wait for Iskander. The alley, just wide enough for a car, served several other businesses that fronted Kearney and exited to Clay Street, the nearest cross street to her right. She was looking in that direction since Iskander would have to come down Clay and either park there or drive down the alley.
