“His corporate credit line will freeze automatically the moment that document is served.”

I hung up.

I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed it slowly.

The trap was closing, every step of it documented.

Douglas was about to discover that his main business account didn’t have enough in it to buy a tank of gas.

At one twenty, my cell phone lit up on the desk.

The screen showed the name Douglas Kingsley.

I didn’t answer.