I laid a hand on the top folder and read the date a second time.

“These are only five years old.”

“Retention got tighter.

Corporate sent down new guidance last quarter.” He tapped his signet ring on the edge of the shelf, twice, then a third time.

“The truck comes Friday at seven.

So it’s today, or it sits here another week.”

Megan came in behind him holding a tablet flat in both hands, one thumb sliding across the screen.

“Thirty-one,” she said.