and asked them to change his password.â
Tuck had no idea what to make of the message. Zachary had been with the company for a decade, rising through the ranks to his current, very well-paid position.
âWhy would he do that?â
Excellent question.
Tuckâs phone rang. He saw that it was Lucas Steele.
Tuck took the call, speaking without preamble. âDo you know whatâs going on?â
âZachary walked,â said Lucas.
âI just got his email. Do you know why?â
âHarvey went with him,â said Lucas.
âHarvey, too? What on earth happened ?â Tuck couldnât keep the astonishment from his voice. Two long-term directors had quit at the same time?
Amberâs eyes widened while she listened to his side of the conversation.
âPeak Overland made them an offer,â said Lucas.
âBoth of them?â
âYes.â
The situation came clear in Tuckâs mind. âWithout Dixon, we look vulnerable.â
âYes, we look vulnerable. Nobody knows anything concrete, so there are theories all over the place. Iâm hearing everything from heâs been thrown in jail in a foreign country to he was killed skydiving.â
âHeâs in New Orleans,â said Tuck. âOr maybe Miami.â
There was a silence.
âYou donât know where he is.â Lucasâs voice was flat.
âHeâs on vacation. He needs some time alone.â
âThe divorce?â asked Lucas.
âThatâs my best guess.â
âOkay,â said Lucas, his tone growing crisp again. âYou need me to come out there?â
âYes. But I also need you in Chicago. And I need you in Antwerp.â
What Tuck really needed was Dixon and there was absolutely no time to waste. His next call would be to Jackson.
Lucas gave a chopped chuckle. âWhere do you want me?â
âCan you hold the fort in Chicago?â
âI can.â
âTalk to security. Change the locks, change the system passwords. Make sure they canât do any damage.â
âWill do.â
âIs there an heir apparent to either Zachary or Harvey?â
âNobody comes instantly to mind. But Iâll think about it. And Iâll ask around.â
âThanks. Talk to you in a few hours.â
Tuckâs lack of knowledge and experience with the family company suddenly felt like an anvil. He needed his brother more urgently than ever before.
âIâd choose Hope Quigley,â said Amber.
âWho?â
âSheâs a manager in the marketing department. Sheâs been on the social media file for a couple of years, but sheâs incredibly organized.â
âYou want me to promote a blogger to marketing director?â
Amber frowned. âItâs a lot more than just blogging.â
âThatâs a huge jump in responsibility.â
Her hand went to her hip. âAnd youâd know this, how?â
Tuck did not want to have to make this decision on his own. âIâm calling Jackson. No more messing around. Weâre turning over every possible rock to find Dixon.â
Something shifted in Amberâs expression. âYou donât need Dixon back.â
What an absurd statement. âI absolutely need Dixon back.â
âYou can promote Hope. And there are others who can step in.â
âThe company needs a strong president. Look around you. Weâve got two days to pull this thing together. The reception is already in trouble, and there are thirty private meetings set up with the marketing director .â
âYou take the meetings.â
âYeah, right.â As if he was going to speak knowledgably about Baltic Exchange indices and intermodal freight transport.
âTake Hope with you. Give her a new title. Sheâs got two days before the meetings. She can come up to speed on the specific client accounts.â
âIâve never ever met the