Justin dropped the thick file onto Peter Zavod’s desk.
“That’s everything. Every irregularity. Every obfuscated change order.”
Zavod frowned. “Okay. What do you want?”
Justin yelled, “I want to know what the fuck is going on! Why is a corporate headquarters hardened against nuclear strike? Why are there 200 residential apartments? Why is there a fusion reactor in the basement?”
He leaned in so close his nose almost touched Zavod’s. “And why was hiding it important enough to try and kill Stacey?”
Zavod raised his hands and smiled ruefully. “I’ll tell you, but you aren’t going to like the answer.”