Chapter Twenty
Erik looked at Jia. She might be naïve, but at least she’s not incompetent.
Erik waited in the driver’s seat of his MX 60 as Jia examined the recent Windward shipping records. Small text windows floated in front of her, and she swiped and jabbed at them, her eyes darting back and forth as she reviewed the information.
Every once in a while, she mumbled something under her breath, but nothing intelligible. After five minutes, she shook her head and furrowed her brow.
“The account numbers all seem to match Smythe’s information,” Jia explained. “But there’s no clear record of what was being shipped, and something seems off. Pick-up and delivery were confirmed, but there’s not a lot in the way of tracking, otherwise. Arguably, this form isn’t compliant with relevant recordke
