Weston Knew The Truth

Hector Vargas sat behind his heavy desk, his palms slick with sweat. He wiped them on his trousers, but the moisture returned instantly. The pressure from the Youth Protective Agency was mounting, a silent tide threatening to drown everything he had built. He looked at his assistant, Heidi, his eyes bloodshot and frantic.

"Heidi, get down to the YPA first thing tomorrow," Hector ordered, his voic