Chapter 22
Caleb's POV
Derek and I sat in his car in the parking lot of a diner on the east side of the city because neither of us wanted to be seen walking into a restaurant together while Stone Logistics was bleeding out in the press.
The windows fogged up slowly as we talked, the engine running for heat, the radio off. Derek is a big man, broad in the shoulders, with the kind of steady voice that makes people trust him in meetings. But that night his voice was anything except steady.
He had found the Veltro connection six weeks ago, he said. He had been reviewing our client withdrawal patterns and noticed something that didn't sit right. The timing of each cancellation was too clean. Too evenly spaced.
Companies don't pull out of contracts in a neat rhythm unless something is coo
