He made the call to Jett after breakfast.
I was still at the table with my second coffee and my notepad open when he stepped to the far end of the warehouse and spoke into his phone in a voice too low to hear clearly. Seven minutes. Then he came back and sat down.
"Jett is coming at noon," he said.
"Should I be worried?" I said.
"No," he said. "He will have opinions. That is different from being a problem."
"What kind of opinions?"
"The loud kind," he said. "Do not take them personally."
I went back to my notepad.
I had been mapping the subsidiary company connections since breakfast. Taking what I knew about Harrow and Stone and laying it against what Cade had told me about the seventeen accounts. Patterns were emerging that I had not seen before because I had not had enough of the
