The first person to challenge Yara Doss at the hearing was not a lawyer.
A man in a work coat stood at the rear of the room while she waited to be called. He had a paper cup in one hand and a visitor’s badge pinned crookedly to his chest. Yara recognized him before he spoke. He had worked two desks away from her at the transfer office.
“You gave them our names,” he said.
Leona rose from the seat beside her sister. “Who are you?”
“I’m talking to Yara.”
“And I’m talking to you.”
The man looked at her, then at Nora, who had come around the end of the row. “They called my manager this morning. He says the inquiry has a list of everyone who could access the system.”
Yara gripped the strap of her bag. “I identified the roles that had access. The inquiry asked the office for its own records.”
