My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

Names I didn’t recognize.

“These are the clients he was recording,” Elena said.

“The modules under the chair were listening to business calls.”

Dot refilled my cup.

I still didn’t drink it.

“Your last film,” Elena said.

“How did you pay for it?”

“Grants. Two of them. From the Elysian Fields Foundation.”