Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“I have some things to finish at the yard,” Brandon said, looking down at Mia. “The concrete trucks for the third-floor pour are scheduled for tomorrow morning.”
“Go ahead,” I said. “I will take Mia back to the office with me.”
“Call me if you need anything,” he said, turning toward his truck. “The audit reports are on your desk if you want to look them over.”
“I will look at them later,” I said.
Mia and I walked to my truck in silence. The snow had stopped, leaving a thin, gray crust over the parking lot that crunched under our soles with a dry, hollow sound.
The drive to the RiNo site took twenty minutes through the heavy afternoon traffic on Broadway. I kept my hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, watching the brake lights of the cars ahead of us flicker in the gray light.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked as we turned onto Walnut Street.
“There is nothing to say, Dad,” she said, her voice small. “She was my mother.”
“I know,” I said.
