Seven Years After Hanging Up Her Uniform, Samantha Exposed Eleven Million Dollars in Court

I read it over Enzo’s shoulder.

There was a callback number in the complainant box, which isn’t normal for an anonymous report.

“Mind if I copy that down?”

“Go right ahead.”

I jotted the number on the back of my grocery receipt and called it from the sidewalk while the inspector walked back to his car.

“Palmer Land Company,” a woman answered.

“How may I direct your call?”

I thanked her and ended the call.