Chapter 48 The Cost Of Truth

• The land scam unraveled like a threadbare sweater, each pull revealing more holes, more rot.
• It started with a tip from a woman named Marisol, her voice trembling over the phone as she told me about the eviction notices, the bulldozers, the men in suits who’d come in the night and told her family they had to leave.
• “They said it was for development,” she said, her words choked with tears. “But they didn’t tell us where to go. They just… left us with nothing.”