A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

“Since when does the main computer lock a fleet driver out of a state contract?” I asked.

“Since yesterday morning,” Dale said.

He didn’t look me in the eye.

“Get out of the cab, Vance,” I said.

“I’ll drive the haul myself.”

“You can’t do that, Mr.

Sullivan,” Vance said.

“She pulled your commercial driver file off the active list when the insurance audit came through last week.”