Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

in the bottom bin.”

He pulled out a crumpled sheet of yellow paper, his eyes scanning the columns of numbers.

“What is it?” I asked.

“An unpaid freight invoice,” David said, placing the paper on the desk. “It is from a commercial distributor in Savannah, dated three weeks ago. Six industrial drums of high fructose syrup.”

I leaned over his shoulder, my continue reading …