Chapter 13 — The Badge Logs

At a quarter past nine, my sister and I arrived at Vance Cold Logistics.

Marcus was not there.

I walked into the security office and demanded the electronic badge-access logs for the refrigerated warehouse where Mark had supposedly collapsed.

The head of security hesitated.

“Mrs.

Vance, I can only release internal logs to company directors.” “I am acting on behalf of my husband,” I said sharply, “who holds fifty percent controlling equity in this firm and is currently in the intensive care unit.” The man shifted uncomfortably.

“Well.