Chapter 85

My Dad’s office has become my happy place. 

Clam 

I never imagined I’d say that about a room overflowing with ledgers, shipping manifests and enough coffee cups to suggest that Locke and are personally keeping the Colombian economy afloat. 

“I’m telling you,” I say, peering over the edge of the spreadsheet in front of me. “Color-coding a criminal enterprise’s documents doesn’t automatically make you organized.” 

“It does too,” Locke says. 

“It absolutely doesn’t.” 

“It does if you’re right.”