Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
The folder contained the bank statements for our operating reserve account, the one we used for timber orders and steel fabricators.
I scrolled down to the wire transfers from the first week of June. There were three separate transactions, each for fourteen thousand five hundred dollars, listed under a vendor called Apex Holdings LLC.
I picked up the heavy brass pen on my desk and tapped it against the Cabo voucher.
The physical address printed in tiny gold ink at the bottom of the Cabo confirmation was 1700 Lincoln Street, Suite 4100.
I opened my web browser and typed the address into the Colorado business registry.
The registered agent for Apex Holdings LLC was a corporate services firm in Delaware, but the local mailing address was the same suite on Lincoln Street.
The incorporation papers had been filed on April twelfth, exactly three weeks before my hernia flared up at the construction site.
The door to my office opened, and Brandon walked in carrying a roll of architectural drawings under his arm. He threw them onto the oak conference table and looked at me, his face lined with fatigue.
