Something strange happened at the Oregon Pine Ridge Women’s Correctional Facility in early 2023. A woman in Cell 17, which is in Block C, a
My name is Lauren Whitmore, and by trade, I am a forensic accountant. I earn my paycheck by identifying anomalies—spotting the singular, out-of-place digit that
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