ght them, and me, to t

Hayes early on," he said, and a warm, kind face filled the

of integrity and

for me, a book recommendation, an encouraging word. Who told me

nted docume

stumbled upon inconsistencies in GlobalCorp's initial en

lsified reports, signature

efactor, but a corporate operative, tasked with ensuring Gl

a cold dread creep over m

d her fears to Sara

apers she'd shown me. I'd urged her to go to the Mayor,

dings to light," Finch's voice

dline: "Tragic Accident C

hillingly, p

scarf of Sarah's found near the scene, a fabricated note suggesting Mrs. Gable was distraught over Sara

ke acid. They'd believed it. They'd whispered th

hall, I heard someone sob.

. He moved on to my own des

suspicions and her own growing

me trying to speak, my father gaveling me dow

ghing off my concerns about

authority w

liating memory was laid b

ing' Sarah understand GlobalCorp's good i

looking young and scared, sitting opposite a leer

close on several local farms, including the Peterso

famil

e, his suggestive comments, his dis

tect people, while secretly recording the conversation on my

ing the executive's casual admission of cutting corners on safet

ation to gather this cruci

in his seat. He'd been one of the loudes

eniable, displayed for

ctive misjudgment was bec