Now, at last, he returned to the “workshop”, which was what they called the company headquarters where the trucks was parked overnight. It was basically just a warehouse with a locker room and shower attached, and there was a tiny little room — a glorified closet — that served as Mr. Taggart’s office. The office had a window that opened on the locker room and shower… The shower smelled like bleach and sun-baked linoleum, which was nice — it was reminiscent of the prison shower, but cleaner and not crowded with Hispanic bikers, and the hot water was always plentiful. It was a better shower than the one at Tyrell’s apartment building.
From Tyrell the Ex-Con
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