Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
Hayes passed Captain Miller a separate sheet of paper bearing a bright red federal stamp.
Miller read it and gave a single nod.
Hayes opened his folder.
The top page was a copy of the commercial lease addendum from the hardware store.
“Are you the sole owner of the hardware business over on Main Street?” Hayes asked.
Glenn swallowed with difficulty.
“Did you obtain a federal business loan last Wednesday?” Hayes asked.
Glenn stared at the folder.