Blindsided

Vance

I slammed the folder down on my desk so hard the pen holder scattered. Simon stood in front of me, hands clasped in front of him like he was being controlled with a remote, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Explain it to me again," I said, and he flinched. "Because I want to understand how something this big, something with my name attached to it, managed to slip right past you without a single wor