My boss.

The quarry’s name. His name. The way he vanished when they walked in. Not fear—recognition.

The Call That Changed Everything

There was a number beside one name—Grizz. A bad idea to call? Absolutely. I did it anyway.

He answered on the second ring. “Yeah.”

“I’m the waitress,” I whispered. “You left a napkin. You circled Richard Henderson. He’s my boss.”