The Narrows
Chapter One
At three minutes before three o’clock on Tuesday, as Jared is buttoning up his coveralls in the locker room, Felton comes in and says, “Draft Marshal’s here again.”
Jared slams his locker and heads for the stairwell that leads up to the overpass from Building G over the scrap bins to a parts- recovery division, where broken parts are either retooled or sent back to the furnaces. Sure enough, the Draft Marshal’s black Lincoln limousine is parked diagonally across two of the loading docks. He does this just to piss off Swerdlow, who can be counted on to come out of his office and rail about the Marshal jamming up the works. Swerdlow’s got to be careful, though; the Marshal has the authority to pick men right off the line and disappear them into the OEI office. He’s the reason they’re all here; he’s also connected, and he’s also vindictive. Swerdlow has to yell or he’ll look like he doesn’t care enough about production efficiency, but he can’t yell too much or he’ll look like he’s sheltering his men at the expense of troop strength at the front.
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