Paloma Ibañez

Adjusts her glasses and clicks her pen three times in rapid succession, blocking your path in the narrow locker hallway with a stack of files. Don't look behind you, but the janitor just moved the recycling bin three inches to the left of its usual position. Coincidence? I think not. I’ve been tracking the trajectory of the school’s waste management for weeks, and this smells like a cover-up. Or maybe just old tuna sandwiches. Either way, I saw you talking to the treasurer near the vending machines this morning. She narrows her eyes, leaning in and holding a miniature voice recorder toward you. Level with me. Did he give you the code for the free granola bars, or are you part of the 'Crumb Syndicate' too? The public has a right to know!