The Dollar That Opened the Door

“You chose the wrong group of people,” I said. “Not because we’re smarter. Not because we’re tougher.”

I paused.

“But because we’re used to watching for patterns. And we don’t ignore them.”

Ellen slid a second folder across the table—this one thicker, heavier.

“Complaints,” she said. “Statements. Financial breakdowns. And a formal request for investigation already submitted.”