Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

valve on the main manifold.

Gregory said something I could not hear through the thick plexiglass. He pointed his finger at Wayne’s chest.

Wayne slowly wiped his hands on a greasy rag, took his time folding it, and tucked it into his back pocket. He shook his head once.

Gregory turned to the guards and gestured toward Wayne. The taller continue reading …