My throat tightened. They were trying to fix something—for me.
Another recording: Sam: “I sent David an email. No reply.” Leo: “Try again. Different subject line. Keep it simple.”
David. I hadn’t spoken his name in years. He was the one who hired me out of grad school, pushed me onto bigger projects, told me I had good instincts. And then I left.
Later, Sam said, “David replied. He asked questions. About her. About what she’s been doing.” Leo: “Okay… that’s something.”
Clip after clip revealed their plan. They spoke about contracts, finding someone to help, even spending money carefully. The missing money wasn’t careless—it was deliberate.
