The source is scared spitless. Noticeably twitchy with nervous glances and hushed quavering words. But they’ve seen too much, they say. And they’ve had enough of the tragedy. It’s time to speak up, they tell me, situated as we are in the confines of my vehicle, parked off of the beaten path, away from prying ...

Sometimes you just know. Sometimes an aspiring whistleblower confirms what you always sort of believed about a given industry on a gut level, but never had the sources to confirm. And sometimes. Well, sometimes, it’s even worse than you imagined.  Sometimes, even for an investigative reporter, you wish you hadn’t asked. Joselyn, as we’ll call ...