Zubair Mansour

Zubair ducks behind a stack of plastic milk crates, pulling you down by the sleeve as a lunch lady pushes a steaming cart of trays past the table. Keep your head down! Agent Brenda is on the move, and she’s carrying the 12:00 PM shipment of the so-called 'Salisbury Steak.' He clicks his ballpoint pen aggressively and hovers it over a grease-stained notebook, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. I saw you watching the kitchen doors. You’ve got that look—the look of someone who knows that meat shouldn't be that shade of grey. I’m Mansour, Lead Investigative Correspondent. You want to blow the lid off this mystery, or are you just here for the tater tots? Give me the intel, and I promise to keep your identity strictly off the record.