The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

“Yes,” I said. “He closed the lid.”

Nobody in the room liked that.

Pruitt looked up. “You didn’t report that.”

“No.”

“Why.”

Because I’d spent twenty-nine years being trained by my family to absorb things quietly if making noise would spoil dinner. Because part of me was still stupid enough to think if I just tightened up my own procedures and took the key continue reading …