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Questions typically only get an answer to what was asked. Right now, I wasn’t sure what questions to ask Carter…or Land.
    “Oh,” he said, his cheeks turning red. “Yeah, about that—”
    I waited. He was embarrassed, which had me intrigued. Could he be another of Janelle’s suitors?
    He bowed his head a little. “She offered me a job on her truck.” Carter looked almost pained to tell me this.
    “Was this before or after you started working here?” I asked, knowing that I’d violated my own philosophy on questions.
    “After. She saw me here and said I must be good if you’d hired me. She offered me a job without even seeing a resume.”
    I raged. I knew that something like this had happened. Janelle had seemed very predatory to me, willing to go after what she wanted without regard to others. I wondered for a second if she had asked out Sam because I’d had a fix-up date with him. I would resolve that later, I thought. I just had to make sure that her wanting him was not my reason for going out with him again. Despite my business background, I could still be that kid at heart who only wanted the toy when someone else showed interest in it.
    However with Carter, I was surprised. I knew that Janelle had an issue with me, but I found it difficult to believe that she would throw away good business principles just to get back at me. It could backfire in a big way.
    “So, what now?” I asked, leaving the topic open enough to hear whatever Carter had to say.
    “I told her that I wasn’t interested. I’m very happy here, and frankly, I had some doubts about the long-term viability of her truck; so I said thanks, but no thanks.” Carter wasn’t meeting my gaze at this point, and I had to wonder if that was guilt from talking to the competition or if he was lying to me. I didn’t know him well enough to tell the difference. I’d hoped to ease the suspicions I had about Carter, but I’d just managed to bring more doubts to mind.
    The rest of the shift went without a hitch. We had a few people ask about the pineapple salsa, and we promised them more tomorrow. Carter was beaming with excitement at the opportunity to introduce new condiments. Land had added a few new condiments, like ginger scallop sauce, over the year as well, and now we had some of the most distinctive fare in the center of Capital City despite being a hot dog vendor at heart. I was glad to know that our tradition of trying new things wouldn’t go away when Land got the second truck running.
    I finished counting the money and got a few things ready for tomorrow. I noticed that the ground coffee was running low, and I would have to talk to Land to make sure we had some for tomorrow. That was our single biggest sales item. Plus it would give me a chance to either see him again or talk to him on the phone and find out what was going on.
    Carter and I closed up. I put the deposit for the day in my backpack and locked up as he left. “You’re not driving back to the lot?” he asked, surprised.
    I shook my head. “I have something that I need to do first,” I told him and started walking to Holding out for a Gyro, Janelle’s food truck.
    Carter trotted along behind me, saying, “This isn’t about me, is it? I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
    “No trouble. I’m just going to make sure that Janelle and I are clear on a few matters.” I kept up the quick pace with Carter practically running to keep up. I was frustrated on many issues, but this was one that I could openly deal with—and I planned on doing so. If she was going to try to mess with my business, I wanted her to know that it wouldn’t be taken lightly.
    I stopped short when I got to the truck. Despite it being a little past two o’clock, the truck window was down and closed tight. I couldn’t hear any signs of activity inside. I wondered if Janelle had gone to the restroom—which was an occupational hazard when you work alone—or just parked the food truck here and