Jacob
We ate at the kitchen table.
The pasta was good. Not polite-good. Good enough that I took a second helping because refusing would have been dishonest and because Leah looked pleased in a way she tried to hide.
Conversation moved carefully at first.
Haven House. Maya and Diego. Victor still being held. Diego’s dinosaur worksheets, which apparently had become a serious academic program.
Then Callaghan Group.
Leah asked what I actually did.
“Not the press version,” she said. “The real version.”
“The real version is less clean.”
“Most real versions are.”
So I told her.
Threat assessment. Corporate investigations. Executive protection. Domestic violence safety consults when money, public image, or legal risk made standard systems move too slowly. The private clients who wanted
