Page 112 of Bone’s Choice

Silence.

Four.

I stared at the screen. “Show me.”

Dave enlarged the first line.

Bull studied the screen and then flipped through his notebook. “February seventeenth.”

Breaker looked at him. “You remember that?”

“I have the shipping records right in front of me, dipshit.” He turned pages. “February seventeenth. Six caskets. Chicago distribution center. Everything delivered.”

Dave nodded. “Official record says the same.”

“Then what’s different?” Myth asked.

Dave pointed at another number. “This.”

I stared. “What is it?”

“Secondary movement.”

I waited.

Dave sighed. “Your shipment arrived at the Milwaukee facility at eleven forty-three that night. According to the official record, it sat there until five twenty the next morning, when it was loaded for Chicago.”

“Okay,” I said.

“The deleted log shows one of those caskets was scanned out at one eighteen in the morning.”

Myth went still beside me. “Scanned out where?”

“That’s the problem,” Dave sighed.

“No destination?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“When did it come back?”

“Three oh-six.”

I stared at him. “You’re telling me one of our coffins disappeared for almost two fucking hours.”

“According to this,” Dave said.

“And then went to Chicago?” Myth asked.

“Yep.”

Breaker shook his head. “The customer never complained.”

“Maybe nothing happened to the coffin,” Hose said.

Dealer stopped pacing again. “Then why move it?”

Nobody answered because there wasn’t a good fucking answer.