“You’re ruining my Thursday,” Carla whispered.
Leo’s stomach dropped. He took out his phone and photographed the violation: wrong material, no certification, improper bonding, and—he wiped his gloved finger across the iron— rust freckling . That rust would flake off, travel downstream, and destroy a dialysis patient’s blood if the filters missed it. The hospital didn’t even know. p2 - commercial plumbing inspector
He climbed down the ladder, the echo of 2:17 AM’s water hammer finally silent in his mind. Another P2 closed. Another building made safe—one pipe at a time. “You’re ruining my Thursday,” Carla whispered
He backed out of the crawlspace, brushed dust off his knees, and pulled Carla aside. “Who did the renovation on 3C six months ago?” “You’re ruining my Thursday