A steady hissing sound might seem peaceful compared to a jackhammer, but it’s the sound of money leaking away.
“Jerry,” I said.
Arthur stood frozen by the sinks, a paper towel halfway to his face. He looked at the row of stalls. One, two, and three were swung wide, revealing nothing but grime and emptiness. Stall four was locked. The red "occupied" latch stared back like a dead eye. theres a weird noise coming from the mens toilet