hand, the man who’d been with me for twenty years and knew where every body was buried.
“I need a full audit of Midwest Cargo,” I said dryly. “And find out what is happening in the Galloway house—unofficially. Just watch. I want to know who comes and goes, what they buy, where they go, who they meet. Everything.”
“Understood, Miss Ellie,” he said in continue reading …
