Maya looked down the empty street. In the distance, toward the warehouse, she heard a sound she had never heard before—not in three years of working around racetrack materials.
“Work. Why?”
Maya didn’t care about horses. She cared about what she found inside Roll 447B. polytrack imports
Hoofbeats. But the street was asphalt. And there were no horses for miles. Maya looked down the empty street
Maya had a contact. Her cousin Danny worked in customs at the Port of Newark. She sent him the lot number from Roll 447B. “Can you trace the origin components on this?” But the street was asphalt
“Because according to the bill of lading, that roll’s polymer blend includes 12 percent material sourced from a facility in Minsk. The facility doesn’t exist anymore. It was shuttered in 1998. After Chernobyl.”
Maya drove to the warehouse at midnight. She found Roll 447C, still sealed. She cut a small flap in the wrapping and shone her flashlight inside.