Rowan hesitated only a moment. “You were willing to kill me for this,” he said quietly. “I’m done trusting you.” He backed toward the exit hole, heart pounding, then squeezed through and ran for his truck. Behind him, Alden’s furious shouts echoed through the darkened warehouse.
Back at his cottage, Rowan locked the door and sat at the table, hands trembling. He opened the battered folder. The first page was a statement in his father’s handwriting, addressed to “any investigating authority.” It described falsified cargo records, unexplained route changes, and threats made against crew members.