“You look like shit,” Mace says when he walks in my office.

“Good, because I feel like shit, and I’d hate to not match my outfit.” I can hear the grouchy sarcasm in my own ears, so I imagine it comes across even worse to him.

“Listen, it wasn't all bad news last night,” he tries to say, but I shake my head.

In our meeting last night, Nelly told us what she and her husband Dave uncovered, and so far it wasn’t much. The person she’s most suspicious of is Lionel Jenkins, or ...