It was late when Troy sent for Terry. No one else was in the office, except for a stray cat outside the door.
Terry walked in and sensed Troy had caught wind of things. "You wanted to see me?"
"Close the door," Troy said.
Terry obeyed and kept his face still.
Troy leaned forward to study him. "Tell me, Terry—did you ever wonder if you were my son, and who your real father is?"
Terry's brow furrowed. "What's this about?"
"It's about Carlos Suarez," Troy said, watching him closely, "and how he's been sniffing around my business. My partners. My shipments."
Terry's shoulders stiffened. "Carlos has his own dealings. Why come to me about it?"
"Because he's using my routes, my contacts—information only you could have given him."
Terry's jaw tightened. "Maybe I'm tired of doing the work while you take the credit. Maybe I'm tired of being treated like I owe you my life."
