“Just delay the liquidation until December fifteenth,” Douglas told the phone.

“I have a massive cash injection arriving before Christmas.”

I stopped walking and stood completely still behind a concrete column.

“I don’t care what the Savannah supplier says,” Douglas said.

“Tell them they’ll get their money when the venue deposit clears.”

He ended the call and shoved the phone into his gray suit jacket.

I stepped out from behind the column and walked toward the sedan.

Douglas jumped backward, nearly dropping a steel travel mug onto the concrete floor.