Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

Gregory and the creditor in Chicago,” Evelyn said. “And the original shipping manifests for the Apex resin.”

I picked up the little plastic drive, its metal tip cold against my palm.

By eight o’clock the next morning, the gravel in Wayne’s private driveway crunched under my boots. The air carried the sharp, clean scent of the pine woods continue reading …