I slipped the ring off my finger and tossed it onto the table.My husband, Jack Lumber, frowned as he looked at me.After a few seconds, he said irritably, "Grow up, Nora. I'm working with the press on a standard food safety inspection. Everything is strictly by the book."He pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped closer. "You know what's happening in the disaster zone. Thousands of lives are on the line. I have to minimize the risk."His words used to be reassuring, but now they sounded cold and empty.Before they burned the disaster relief meals, I'd handed him the inspection reports. He didn't even look. He just glanced down at his phone, then told me to go ahead.Meanwhile, Shirley Watson stood nearby, putting on a concerned look as if she'd come to smooth things over."Nora, this is all my fault," she said, trying to sound apologetic."I've done a lot of undercover investigations into illegal food operations. I noticed something was off about the meat in the meal boxes
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