Schneider held the handle to his truck door. It was uncomfortable, more than it should have been, like arthritis was kicking in after all these years.
He didn't pull the door open. He was pretty sure what he heard, but just in case…
“What was that?” He asked Dorff, wanting to know what he said.
“Hosing down the cement when I'm done seems servient.”
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