Chapter 64

He never went near the Yonkers warehouses himself, not even in situations like this. He had people that did this. He made a phone call to his lawyer. "Tim, get your ass up to Yonkers and find out who misplaced a pallet of olive oil. One of our customers is outraged that is shipment is missing."

"Yes sir." Tim knew the tone of voice, and niceties were not necessary. He grabbed an accountant from the outer office and got into his Jag and started the trip up I-95 and the cross the George Washington Bridge, up to Yonkers.

The warehouse was huge. It contained everything from cornflakes, and toilet paper, to cleaning products and olive oil. Olive oil was nearly inaccessible, in the back of the warehouse, because it moved very slowly. However, it was stacked so each pallet had its identification number, facing outward. It was not guarded because that would have brought suspicion to it. At night, legitimate looking supermarket trucks, would backup to the load