My mom called me at 2 a.m. and said I could come to my brother’s fiancée’s family dinner only if I kept my mouth shut. She warned me her father was a decorated colonel. Bu

to a defense supply chain operation in Virginia. A contractor under that chain was billing the government for medical transport equipment that didn’t exist.”

Margaret’s face tightened. “This hardly seems like dinner conversation.”

“No,” I agreed. “Fraud rarely pairs well with wine.”

My mother whispered my name like a threat.

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