I dressed like a homeless man and walked into my own restaurant to see how my employees treated people who couldn’t afford a decent meal. I expected some unfriendly attitudes and perhaps a few rude remarks. Instead, I uncovered something so alarming that I eventually had to contact the police

The unexplained disappearances.

The uncomfortable encounters.

The elderly regulars who refused to return.

I had come here expecting to uncover discrimination against customers who looked poor.

Instead, I had witnessed something that suggested an entirely different problem, one that could involve the financial security of people who trusted my restaurant.

And Trevor’s reaction made me suspect he knew much more than he was willing to admit.

I reached inside my jacket and touched my cellphone.

For a moment, I considered walking back inside, revealing who I was, and firing everyone involved.

But I stopped myself.

If I confronted them immediately, the evidence might disappear before anyone could investigate.

So I stepped away from the entrance and made a decision.

I wasn’t going to reveal my identity just yet.

I was going to make sure the truth couldn’t be hidden.

And what happened next would change Dolly’s forever.
PART 2