My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“He has a whole office.
He has people who answer his phone.” I heard my own voice go thin.
“Maybe she bumped a bracket, and I turned it into a crime.”
Thomas adjusted his glasses.
“I’ve seen parents with money before.
They don’t get to decide what I report.”
“He’ll bury me.”
“He can try.” Thomas looked down the hall toward the waiting area.