Chapter 3 - The Crack in the Marble Facade.
The first piece of paper I pulled out was not a document, but a photograph.
I turned it towards the court before setting it down.
“This is what you fed the kids in the cheaper meal plan,” I said.
The image was of a massive stack of boxes, labeled with a skull and crossbones and the words, 'NOT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION.'
Latham quickly reached to flip it over, but not before the gallery had a clear view.
Gasps filled the room.
The smugness was drained from Headmaster Hale’s face like water from a sink.
I continued to pull items from the folder.
A printout of an email from Hale to his board members: ‘The lower-income students can be fed on the reduced-cost stock. It’s an efficient way to offset the losses from the athletic budget.’
A photocopy of a handwritten note from a janitor, detailing how he was ordered to falsify food safety logs.
An official inspection report, dated two weeks ago, listing a dozen severe violations that were never addressed.
With each item I placed on the table, the air in the room got heavier.
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Richard Latham, the feared litigator, began to look pale.
His eyes darted from the documents to me, the boredom replaced by a growing dawning horror.
