“Do you know if many of the workers at the plant are werewolves?” Grayson asked. “If Harrison Industries is responsible for making and distributing the drugs, it would be handy to know what we’re up against.”
“Some are, but we aren’t allowed in the processing plant, so I’ve never checked. Those making the legal drugs wear a lot of protective gear, which would make identifying them difficult.”
Rider and Grayson mentally conferred with each other, which was rather frustrating. “Guys, keeping secrets is rude.” Paris tried not to whine.
“Sorry,” Rider said. “I was just saying that there is no law against making werewolf enhancement drugs. We need to focus on the cocaine.”
“That makes sense,” Paris said. “Going back to Delancey’s brother for a minute. How did he die? You said he was enhanced.” Maybe she could learn something about how to take down Delancey—with the help of these two men, of course.
“General Armand killed him.”
“Is that why your general wants you to go after Harrison Industries?”
Grayson’s brows rose. “Yes. The Colters, especially Paul Statler, harmed so many people that the general wants to wipe the Earth of all things related to Statler.”
“Not to be the devil’s advocate, but just because his brother was bad, doesn’t mean Delancey is, right?”
Grayson blew out a breath. “Correct. I suppose if there hadn’t been so many overdoses in the area, the general might have let it go.” He leaned forward. “Have you seen any evidence that your company could be involved in something illegal?”
“Unfortunately, no, though I’ve had my suspicions,” she said.
“What kind of suspicions?” Rider asked.
She told him about the inconsistencies between the inventory ordered and the shipment amounts. “When I spoke to the head of inventory, he assured me it was merely a clerical error.”
“Did you believe him?” Grayson asked.
“At first I did. I had no reason not to, but over the last few months, I saw more and more issues arise. The last time, I swear Doug was lying.”
“Is it possible there could be a second set of books?” Rider asked.
“You mean one for the legitimate drugs and one for the illegal ones?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Why not?”
Paris had never considered that. “I suppose it’s possible. You saw how huge the complex is. There are a lot of things I have no idea about. When I go to work, I pass through security and then head down the corridor to the right. If a person is involved in manufacturing, they go left. The management team heads straight.”
“You don’t have any large general meetings where everyone attends?” Grayson asked.
“No. Besides, there are several shifts. I only work the day shift, so I wouldn’t know most of the staff anyway.”
Their server stopped by with their drinks. “Have you decided what you’d like to order?” she asked.
“Give us a minute, okay?” Rider said.
They’d been too busy talking shop to look over the menu. When she studied it, she nearly gasped at the prices. Hopefully, the men would pay since they’d asked her out.
The men seemed to figure out what they wanted right away. Lucky them.
“Do you know anyone in management?” Rider asked.
“Not directly. They mostly keep to their area, and I keep to mine, why?”
“I’m not sure. We may have to ask General Armand for more help. If the company operates twenty-four hours a day, we’ll need eyes on the place at all times.”
“What do you hope to see watching the building?” she asked.
“We can count how many delivery trucks they have, though at the moment, we don’t have the manpower to follow them all.”