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He handed the final copy to Jenny. Her hands trembled. “Arthur, if we run this, they’ll come for us. Lawyers. Thugs. Maybe worse.”

Marcus knocked. “You okay, boss?”

“It’s clean, Arthur,” said Marcus, his senior investigator. “Let it go.” wolf editor

Earl broke in three minutes. The detour was a rendezvous. Not for drugs or stolen meat. For people. The sealed trucks were picking up undocumented migrants from a stash house outside Denver, then delivering them to the meatpacking plant—not as workers, but as captive labor. The “humane harvest” was a lie. The clean inspections were bought. And the offshore account Jenny had buried in her lede seven months ago? It was the same one paying off the inspectors. He handed the final copy to Jenny

Arthur looked up. His eyes were hazel again. Almost soft. Lawyers