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“Want me to come back later?”

Edgar had responded to Drew’s “Come on in” before he realized his boss wasn’t alone. Glen Yates, whom Edgar didn’t particularly like, occupied one of the plush chairs in front of Drew’s massive desk.

Pointing to the chair next to Glen’s, Drew said, “Take the load off. We need to know how the mill project is going, anyway.”

Edgar nodded at Glen before he made himself comfortable, propping one foot across his knee.

“You were saying.” Drew refocused on Glen.

“From what I’ve been able to gather, boss, the company hasn’t been dumping waste illegally.”

“Would you swear to that on the Bible?” Drew asked.

Glen was silent for a moment, pulling on one corner of his mustache. “Nope. I couldn’t go that far.”

Drew responded with a smile. “Then we’re good to go.”

“Meaning that if we contact the EPA and hint that dumping may be taking place, then the company’s goose is cooked.”

Drew’s smile ripened. “Just the mere hint of scandal, and the rest is history, as they say.”

“Their stock will plummet,” Edgar put in, “and you’ll get the mill for nothing.”