Now, they were doing it again, using the same old scars.

“We have to fight the leak,” I said. “We have to prove the document is old.”

“We can file a defamation suit,” Sayer said. “But that takes months.”

“We don’t have months,” Calvin said. “We have about six hours before the morning shift starts at the warehouse.”

“What happens at the morning shift?” I asked.

“The union drivers,” Calvin said. “They read the papers. If they think the company is going bankrupt or changing hands, they won’t drive.”

“They’ll strike?” I asked.

“They’ll call in sick,” Calvin said. “To protect their pension credits.”

If the trucks didn’t roll by six in the morning, the insulin shipments for the valley clinics would spoil.

“I’ll go to the warehouse,” I said.

“No,” Sayer said. “You stay here. We need to draft a formal response to the press.”

“A response won’t load those trucks, Malcolm,” I said.

“Avery is right,” Calvin said. “The drivers need to see her. They need to know Elliot’s niece is still in charge.”

Sayer looked at me, his eyes filled with a quiet concern.