My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

I was wrong.

Or half wrong.

Mercer kept talking. “Might be nothing. Might be a dead-end paperwork wash. But if he’s tied to Calder Industrial through pass-through billing, we need eyes on every family interaction. Starting now.”

I looked through the glass at Brandon.

He had his phone out. Of course he did.

Thumb moving fast.

Maybe texting his fiancée. Maybe continue reading …