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buy that; so, both of you are doing something together that is keeping you up all night.”
    Danvers stood up a bit straighter and tucked in his shirt. He couldn’t do anything about the stain or the spot under his chin that he’d missed shaving. Geez, he was a mess. “Lots of people don’t get enough sleep. You need to get a hobby, and stop trying to see things that aren’t there.”
    I internally fumed. Things had been a bit tense between us ever since we’d kissed. He’d later told me that it was a mistake, and that hadn’t improved our relationship at all. Our banter had taken on a slightly bitter tinge. While part of that was my fault, he’d initiated the kiss and also announced the cessation of any romance. “Maybe your getting my staff involved in your nocturnal activities is my business. I don’t have to look for things that aren’t there, because Land is obviously not here today.”
    Danvers looked around the truck to see if I was making this up. Apparently their involvement did not go as far as to discuss daytime schedules, which only served to convince me that this was police business. “Maybe he has the flu,” Danvers suggested. He was too tired to even lie properly.
    “Yeah, maybe,” I relented, knowing that browbeating wasn’t going to get me any closer to the truth. If I wanted to know, I would have to continue snooping. There’s more than one way to serve a hot dog, as they say in my business.
    Carter worked out well. He followed all of Land’s instructions and did a great job of finishing with them before the truck’s first order of hot dogs. He’d brought a bag of food into the truck with him, and now that he’d finished the condiments specified by Land, he began to cut up other fruits and spices.
    I was a bit worried when he pulled out a pineapple, but he deftly diced it and began mixing in some other items. “It’s my own recipe. It’s a pineapple salsa. I thought I’d give it a try, if that okay with you. I always think it’s a good thing to keep new things in front of the customer. That way, they never get bored.”
    I had to doubt that our customers would ever grow weary of Dogs on the Roll. Many of them came to hear the latest stories from our adventures, whether it was our time on the reality show, the beheadings down the street, or the dangers of owning a food truck. Boring was just not in our vocabulary.
    However, I let him make the salsa, which was delicious by itself and fantastic on the dogs. We had run out of pineapple salsa by 11 o’clock, and I instructed Carter to bring double the ingredients the next time so we could try it out for the lunch rush. He beamed as I complimented him on his creation.
    “Could I bring it in tomorrow?” he asked. “I know that I’ve already worked today, but I could move things around to be in tomorrow as well.” I hoped that meant that things were settling down at home. While I admired him for coming home to deal with his family, I wanted to see him have his own life as well.
    I agreed with his suggestion. I admired his enthusiasm and didn’t want to rain on his initiative if he was going to be a part of the food truck.
    I cleared my throat. If I was going to make him a part of this food truck, I had to remove any doubts I had about him. I trusted Land, because even though he was keeping things from me, those items were not related to the food truck or the business. I knew that he wanted his own truck and that his goals matched mine. I needed to be as sure of Carter if this was going to work. “Yesterday, I saw you talking to Janelle after work,” I said, leaving the comment as a statement and not asking any particularly pointed questions to him.
    One of the things that I’d learned from Danvers over the course of a year was to not ask a particular question. If you let a statement hang in the air, then the other person is more likely to tell you more than if you’d asked a pointed question, trying to explain away the statement.