"This supplier," he said, pointing to a name on the screen. "How long have you been working with them?"
Her father glanced at the screen. "About eight months."
"And when did the complaints start?"
Her father's expression darkened. "About six months ago."
Liam nodded, pieces clicking into place. "That's your problem. This supplier is cutting corners. Either they're using substandard materials, or they're skimming product and replacing it with cheaper alternatives."
Her father's jaw tightened. "How do you know?"
"Because the pattern fits," Liam said, gaining momentum now. "The complaints started shortly after you began working with them. And the shipments from this supplier consistently show higher shrinkage than the others."
Elsa spoke up. "Can we see the quality control reports for those shipments?"
Sarah pulled them up.
Elsa leaned forward, her eyes scanning the data with the kind of focus Liam had seen when she balanced the books at the store.
