Chapter 12Jameson looked out over the dock from the passenger seat. There were containers stacked upon containers.
“It would make sense if they kept them on ground level.” Carl leaned forward between the seats to speak to Frank. Jameson had instantly disliked him. He didn’t know if it was because he treated Jameson as if he wasn’t there, if it was because he’d lied to Harland, or simply because he was an obnoxious ass. All three were valid reasons.
Frank didn’t reply, which had him continue talking. “They can’t get to them easily if they’re in a container stacked three levels up.” He pressed in farther between the backrests of the seats until all Jameson could see was his back and the back of his head. It was tempting to elbow him in the neck or something.
Jameson rolled his eyes and lo
