Noah’s gaze moved to me.
“Not yet,” I said.
Trevor grimaced.
“They still dragging it out?”
“Documentation.”
“That van was equipped like a mobile lab.”
“I know.”
“Half the equipment was less than a year old.”
“I know.”
Trevor finally noticed the silence beside us.
“Sorry.”
Noah turned the small brass contact between his fingers.
“What equipment?”
I answered before Trevor could.
“Portable analyzers, thermal camera, test leads, crimping systems, spare converters. Things we used on service calls.”
“All lost?”
“Most.”
“And the van.”
“Yes.”
Trevor looked between us.
“I should go.”
“You just arrived,” Noah said.
“I interrupted a Saturday.”
“You brought coffee.”
“Bribery only buys so much.”
He gave Noah his card.
“My number hasn’t changed. You used to call when Reid ordered the wrong connectors.”
“I never order the wrong connectors.”
Both of them ignored me.
Trevor left after promising to return when he could stay longer.
