“And I owe you a thank-you too.”
“For what?”
“For making enough noise without trying to make any noise at all.”
Julian frowned.
She placed the folder on the table.
“I worked for Mobility Bridge Foundation until four months ago. We coordinated equipment grants for families whose insurance wouldn’t fully cover specialized chairs.”
Mr. Ortiz’s jaw tightened.
“Maya was approved through them.”
Rebecca nodded.
“On paper, Maya received a new customized wheelchair in February.”
“But she didn’t,” I said.
“No.”
She opened the folder.
Inside were copies of forms, invoices and photographs.
“What she received appears to have been a refurbished unit assembled using older components.”
Officer Daniels raised a hand.
“Rebecca, remember, we’re still establishing facts.”
“I know.”
She took a breath.
“I also know I complained about discrepancies before I resigned.”
My attention went to Dr. Mercer.
“Why is the school involved?”
The principal looked miserable.
