(Noah)
I could not sit still.
That was the problem. I had been at the compound for two hours and I had walked the yard twice, checked in with Ryder, looked at the freight route update Dante had left on the table and put it back down without reading past the first line. My head was not here and I was not going to pretend otherwise.
I went outside and sat on my bike without starting it.
The yard was quiet at this hour. A couple of the guys were over by the far building, talking low, not paying attention to anything outside their own conversation. The lights along the fence were on. Everything was exactly as it should be and I was sitting here thinking about a man in a hallway who had no idea what he was standing in the middle of.
That was the part that stayed with me.
He had no idea.
