“I’m telling you my mind is completely sharp.”

“Do you have certified proof?” Frank asked, looking me straight in the eye.

“Bank audit records, toxicology reports, signed witness statements?”

My right thumb rubbed hard against my knuckle as I looked down at the blueprints spread over his desk.

“I’m working on getting them.”

“Then the board will vote for Garrett on December fifteenth,” Frank said, tapping the wooden pen once on the pad.

“The twelve-million-dollar contract needs total stability, and nobody on that board will gamble the deal without hard physical evidence of wrongdoing.”