Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“There it is.”
“You could have warned me,” I said.
“Warned you about what?
That the woman you picked up on Route 18 was the buyer?”
“I didn’t know who she was.”
“That’s exactly why I couldn’t have you in the room.”
“I downloaded those files because the agency was already dead.
You think I wanted to sell a sinking ship?