“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

us on the porch a moment later. Up close, the bravado I’d seen in the parking lot was gone, replaced by something that looked a lot like shame.

“Mr. Cross,” she said, “I know I don’t deserve to ask you anything else. But… are you really going to delete the emails? The one to… to the government lady, and the other ones?”

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