Ruo spotted the red-haired supervisor before Bai called his name. The man stood beside the south gate warehouse, finishing a signature on a load ticket. He glanced up at the group, put the ticket in the clerk’s tray, and came over without trying to leave.
“Supervisor Qiu?” Ruo asked.
“That’s me.” He looked at the papers in Gu’s hands. “I can bring up the route book, but I’m not going to guess at which clinic got what. The distribution list is in the Registry copy.”
Ruo checked his roster. “Your signature appears on the transfer, and your hair matches the porter’s description. That is why we came to you. We haven’t accused you of changing the medicine.”
Qiu gave her a brief, wary nod. “Good. The yard has had enough people shouting from the road before anyone asks what happened.” “If this is about the Pale River shipment, I’ve already told the Registry I’ll answer questions.”
“Then let’s start with what you remember,” Gu said.
Qiu led them into the yard office. Dusty sunlight fell through the high windows onto a desk crowded with route books. He did not offer tea. Yan found that useful; they could get to the point.
