It shook a little as something latched on to the front end, and then it settled with a pneumatic sigh. The vehicle had made four other stops after leaving the restaurant, with more linen heaped on them at every drop, so that now Jacob and the others were buried under a mountain of damp towels and tablecloths. They waited for someone to come along, but after ten minutes, they were still waiting. “I think we’ve made it to the laundry,” Chelsea said. “That must have been what that jolt was. The truck settling into its charging station.” “Do you think it’s safe?” Kelly asked. So much laundry had been piled on top of them that Jacob could no longer see the back door. “Hold on, I’ll check,” he said, and pulled himself free. He crawled over to the back door. He scanned as much of the loading dock as he could through the metal screen, then pushed it open and stuck his head out. He didn’t see any workers. Any human workers, anyway. He did see several unmanned wagons trundling around the larger trucks, though.
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