Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“It did cover it.
On paper, it covered it.”
“You only use that voice when something has gone completely wrong.”
So she had heard it too.
Across the lot, a man in an apron dragged a mop over the walk and left a wet gray stripe behind him.
“Say something,” she said.
“Give me until five o’clock this afternoon.
I’ll call you at five with a number.”