Richard stood next to the closed door, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.

“What’s his official status with the Department of Defense?”

“He has a tier-two logistics contract for field radio relays,” Michael said.

“Or to be precise, his main holding company has it.”

“He’s billing government accounts for equipment that never leaves the warehouse,” Richard said.

Michael opened the binder to a section stamped with red classification marks.

“It goes beyond phantom inventory.”

He turned the binder around to face Richard and pointed to a column of seven-figure amounts printed in neat black ink.