She placed her hand on the front door of her office and store in. Her shift manager spun on her with frantic relief in his eyes.
"Boss! I am so glad you are back!"
She stiffened and felt her bones began to suck up the light energy she had spent all afternoon building. Her eyes roamed the front office. The brand new courier bicycle lay partially disassembled and then abandoned in one corner. The business owner was reclining in his office chair, clutching his shoulder and very obviously not making eye contact. The young runner who had accompanied her to the beach took all this in and decided that he was needed anywhere else.
"I was only gone for three..." she drew in a sharp breath and shook her head. "You. We are going to the hospital." She declared pointing at the owner.. "You get that bike fixed and find the runner."
The owner glanced at her sheepishly and eased out of the chair.
"Good news," he offered weekly. "All the safeties work on the new bikes!"
She shot him a murderous glance and stalked out to start the car. She was not paid enough for this. That vitamin D she had metabolised had better be enough to see her through the rest of the week.