A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
Her name tag said Sarah in curvy brass letters.
“Mr.
Sullivan, you can’t come back here today,” she said.
I kept walking.
“Is Vance in the main conference room?”
She reached for the black phone beside her keyboard, her fingers hovering over the buttons.
“I have to call floor security right now.”
“Tell them to send three men,” Dale said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.