Paper gets shredded, Charlotte.

A man with a mop and a notebook walking the same hallway every night doesn’t look like a threat to anybody.”

Liam turned the notebook toward himself and pointed to a line near the bottom.

“He logged the bins.

Which rooms, which nights, which bags came out heavier than they should have.”

“You’re telling me he was counting receipts in the trash.”

“I’m telling you he noticed what got thrown away and wrote down where it came from.