“The Doom Statues” — Chapter 9

“Lenny! Get over here!” the foreman, Bob Griffin, barks at him from across the muddy expanse of their work site.

Rivet gun in hand, Lenny was en route to the makeshift elevator, which would take him to the upper, skeletal reaches of this high rise in progress. Had only sort of halfway slowed down to horse around with a couple of coworkers, discuss some random woman they’d spotted walking down the sidewalk…