Ten minutes later, Jared’s office phone jangled. It was Brian, the monitor at the front gate. Jared listened, feeling his face go so hard and cold that Peter and Steve stopped eating. He hung up with a sharp, “I’ll be right there.”
“Boss?”
Jared looked at them. “The fucking FEAPA is here for his ‘duly authorized’ inspection.” 16
Scott Cowan stood outside the gate with another man Jared didn’t recognize. The new man was short and balding and wore a black cowboy hat. His uniform khakis stretched over ornate red and black leather cowboy boots.
Cowan called over to Jared as they approached. “This is an authorized inspection, you have to let us in.”
“Now is not a good time, Scott.”
“This is my supervisor, Garrison Fields.” Cowan motioned at the new man.
Jared shook his hand through the gate. “Nice to meet you.” Like hell. “But we have some extreme circumstances here, you understand. The tornado did some dam—”