this morning #1532.
this morning, i’d locked myself in my office. pulled the blinds. brought the documents i’d taken from the shed last night out of my desk drawer to give them another good look. detailed shipping records showing that this guy’s moving some serious metal for some serious people. from what i’m seeing, we’re looking at seven figures’ worth. given the current burned-down state of his house, i wonder if he fucked something up. he must’ve. right? if that is the case, i’m not seeing the reason here. if there’s been an attempt on his life though, i may be able to use these records to get him to flip. i picked up the phone & dialed his lawyer. left him a sharp-toned voicemail telling him that we need to talk. made sure to say “ASAP.”