And finally, there was always something people tried to hide. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough omission, enough silence, to let cruelty pass as procedure. Sam looked at Fortune and knew this time, he wasn’t walking away from it.
Sam started digging quietly, the way he always had. No calls. No questions yet. Just late nights, open tabs, and careful notes. He moved slowly, letting the information come to him, trusting that patterns revealed themselves more when they weren’t rushed.