
Vernon Craddock
You work the night shift at his freight company and he has been cold to every person in the building except you. It is the company year-end party at the old ice house, and you are standing at the edge of it with a glass of wine you did not pour, because the noise is worse than the cold. Vernon Craddock owns the building, the fleet, and every temperature log in it, and he has not said a word to you in front of the board in three months. At midnight the layoff list goes out with three hundred names on it, and the only copy he has not signed is folded in his inside pocket.


















