Page 112 of Love Is Brewing

“No,” Kyle said. “I’m calling you first. I’m going to try to find what I can. I’ll grab a few guys to help look.”

“I’m on the way,” he said.

He hung up, grabbed his keys, sped out of the garage, and went to the brewery.

When he got there Kyle was waiting for him.

“It’s the tap to the plant. Just one of them. Looks like it was loosened.”

“So it’s fixed?” he asked.

“For now,” Kyle said. “I’m afraid it’s stripped and it’s leaking some, but we’ve got it covered. I’ll show you. No way this happened on its own.”

“No,” he said under his breath.

“Who the hell would do this?” Kyle asked.

“I’m going to find out,” he said. “I’ve got cameras everywhere now.”

“You do?” Kyle said. “When?”

He debated saying more, but Kyle’s face didn’t look like he was guilty, more like he was hurt something was kept from him.

“Walk with me and I’ll explain and why I kept it from you too.”

He told Kyle his suspicions. That too much was happening for him to think it was a coincidence and how it could have cost him the second collaboration.

“Shit,” Kyle said. “It’s like someone is trying to sabotage you, but I’m not sure why. I thought we had a great group of workers who have been here for a long time. At least those that have access back here.”

“I thought so too,” he said.

He swiped his card to the water gauges and it reminded him that he could have Foster look into who had been here in the past twenty-four hours.

If there had been water issues yesterday, he would have known about it even though he didn’t work, so that meant it happened after the first shift.

“It’s still dripping,” Kyle said. “It’s the best we can do until we get someone here.”

“I’ll call maintenance in a minute to come in early. No reason to get them out of bed just yet.” But he knew they’d have to order a part for this.

He looked over how Kyle repaired it and knew he couldn’t have done it any better.

“At least we are set for Mason to get here. Are you going to tell him?”

He felt as if he had to. “I’m going to text him now. No reason for him to drive if he decides not to.”

Which he was positive was going to be the case.

And an hour later when Foster called him, he was more than pissed.

“Sorry,” Foster said. “I could see who swiped the cards, but you can’t see any faces.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “That is enough for me to sit people down. There shouldn’t be anyone other than maintenance back there anyway.”

“One person who didn’t add up was Skip Evans,” Foster said.

He ground his teeth. Skip was the one who was working with Kyle when the temperature gauge went. Also one of the guys that should have caught the change in barley.

Skip had been one of the first guys he hired years ago when he opened under the new name and he’d never had a problem with him before.

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