morning after he found them.
He’d gone back to clock in for his regular shift and to figure out what he was going to do next because he hadn’t slept and his mind was moving too fast.
He had gone in through the loading dock as usual and he had walked past the boiler room and the door, which had been closed when he left the previous night, was open.
He had looked inside.
And there was a man in there.
Not the boys.
The boys were back at his
