Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“And did they,” Liam said.
“Not after the second year.
I moved the sanitation line because he said the board had approved a purge and the numbers only had to look level until spring.”
“And did you believe him?”
Megan pressed both palms on the table, and her voice went thin and flat.
“Not after the second time.”
I asked her the next question before Derek could cut in.
“Say who told you to alter account four-oh-two.”