Megan had got herself a job at the George Hotel, doing pretty much everything: Barmaid, waitress, occasional cook, she even cleaned and changed the guest rooms when they were busy. Even regular work schedule was midday until nine, six days a week, but that often became seven and if the bar were busy she'd work through until midnight or even later.
On those nights Megan usually bunked-up with her friend Kylie who was also working at he George, but 'living-in'; Kylie came from Aberdeen or somewhere that direction. Otherwise, as had happened last night - I'd been awoken by the car's lights at about 01:15 - the hotel's manager arranged and paid for a taxi to get Megan home safely.
Having found those damned Hilti-nails, I sat the pick-up's keys on top of them -- no chance of my forgetting the
