his truck stopped fully. “You can’t just do this!”
Harold held up the order.
“We gave you twenty-one days,” I said.
Laurel arrived minutes later, pale and furious, one hand pressed to her mouth as if she had discovered vandalism instead of enforcement. She stared at the dock sections stacked on a trailer.
Not enough to regret anything. But enough to see him as smaller than the problem he created. He was not a villain in a black hat. He was a man accustomed to the world bending around money
