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Sam Ford (treated) wrote in utr_logs,

He watched their body language carefully as he listened. He hadn't intended to be so belligerent. Well, he couldn't plan everything. "This isn't about me being at ease. I'm trying to show you that you could be happier together. I see how miserable you are now. I'm not trying to push you into anything.. But I do think that you should talk about it and stop pretending not to notice what's in front of your faces."

Sam raked a hand through his hair, more annoyed than he wanted to be. He turned to the bookshelf and grabbed two folders. "I don't care. You guys talk about it later. We have more things to get through." He couldn't let them dwell on this and spend the whole night talking about it. He had to keep control of the conversation and keep it moving. He was probably going to make them dizzy, but maybe that was a good thing. Keep them off their guard so they couldn't react to the main reveal.

He put the folders down on the coffee table in front of them, flipping one of them open. "Brian Matthews. He's a department head at St. Mary's and he's being brought up on charges of embezzling." It had been in the news. St. Mary's was a charity hospital that did a lot of work with the community, and worked with orphans and all sorts of heart-wrenching stuff. As a guy who stole from orphans, Matthews was pretty much tied with Bin Laden on the public opinion polls. "Funny thing, though, he's also about to lose his home. And his lovely assistant, Miss Robin," he turned the page, "booked one-way tickets to the Cayman Islands." He stood back, letting them peruse the folders. "Check out the investigator, too. Matthews is pretty much the only guy in this story that doesn't smell fishy."