Sullivan,” Miller asked.

“What does a personal dispute have to do with this corporate closing?”

“Because forty-one thousand dollars vanished from my company escrow account on March twelfth,” I said.

Vance turned to page ten.

“This shows a bank wire to a commercial account in Knoxville.”

“That money went to two men named Miller and Ray,” I said.

“I used them twenty-five years ago when I had wildcat drivers jumping freight in Memphis.

They don’t work for trucking outfits anymore.”