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

Because I’ve got a list of veterans who need somebody to read a lease without charging them three hundred dollars an hour.”

“You’ve got a list?”

“I made one.” She tapped the folder.

“It isn’t long.

Nine names.”

Nine names.

I looked at the list, then at the Blue Harbor survey folded up in the back of my briefcase, the one with twenty acres outlined in pencil.

“Send it over to me.”