“It shouldn’t have surprised me that it was the ritzy address on the screen. I was sure that Betty Montgomery had made a handsome salary at NBG. I hadn’t found any way to broach the topic of the food trucks and their permits. I wasn’t sure what department or organization in NBG would be responsible for permits, but I would need to find out and then develop a story so that I could learn more about the monopoly on food truck permits that they’d created. I debated about calling Donovan Mont...gomery first, but I opted to visit him instead. I wanted to catch a less guarded response from him. If I called, then he would have time to come up with a story for me. I wanted to try to scare the truth out of him. I pulled up into the driveway of the Montgomery home. I had been right. It was an older home, but large—what my mother would have called stately. The drive curved past the door and back out to the street, so that it almost suggested that no one need stop to visit.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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