I remained on the pavement for several seconds.<\/p>\n
My palms stung.<\/p>\n
The skin beneath them had been scraped by the rough concrete, and one knee hurt where it had struck the ground.<\/p>\n
I could hear people talking inside the restaurant.<\/p>\n
Then I heard Kyle's voice again.<\/p>\n
He sounded pleased with himself.<\/p>\n
I pushed myself upright and brushed the dust from my jeans.<\/p>\n
My first instinct was to walk straight back inside.<\/p>\n
I wanted to remove my cap, tell everyone who I was, and fire Kyle in front of the entire staff.<\/p>\n
But anger was not going to help me understand what I had seen.<\/p>\n
If the black device was being used to collect customers' payment information, confronting Kyle without evidence could give him time to destroy it.<\/p>\n
I needed to know whether my eyes had deceived me.<\/p>\n
So I moved toward the side window.<\/p>\n
From there, I could see part of the hostess counter without standing directly in front of the entrance.<\/p>\n
I took out my phone and began recording discreetly.<\/p>\n
At first, nothing happened.<\/p>\n
Madison continued working.<\/p>\n
Kyle disappeared into the back of the restaurant.<\/p>\n
The elderly woman in the purple coat collected her receipt and walked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Then another customer approached the counter.<\/p>\n
Madison accepted his card.<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the dining room, lowered her hand beneath the counter, and made the same movement I had just witnessed.<\/p>\n
The card went through the small black device before she processed the payment normally.<\/p>\n
I kept recording.<\/p>\n
My hands were still shaking, but I managed to hold the phone steady enough to capture what I could see.<\/p>\n
I didn't know what investigators would make of the footage.<\/p>\n
I didn't know whether the device was connected to anything illegal.<\/p>\n
But I knew that the behavior deserved an explanation.<\/p>\n
I lowered my phone and stepped away from the window.<\/p>\n
My thoughts began moving faster.<\/p>\n
Walt Henshaw had stopped visiting.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Kowalczyk had stopped visiting.<\/p>\n
Other customers had complained about the way they were treated.<\/p>\n
Could the problems have been connected?<\/p>\n
Had some of those customers experienced unauthorized charges after eating at Rosie\u2019s?<\/p>\n
I had no proof yet.<\/p>\n
I wasn't even sure whether the missing customers knew anything about the device.<\/p>\n
But the possibility was enough to make my stomach turn.<\/p>\n
I looked back at the restaurant.<\/p>\n
The photograph of Mom was visible through the window.<\/p>\n
For years, I had believed that the greatest threat to her legacy was losing money or failing to keep the business profitable.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered whether I had allowed something much worse to happen because I hadn't been paying attention.<\/p>\n
I was still trying to organize my thoughts when the door opened.<\/p>\n
Amber hurried outside carrying a white paper bag.<\/p>\n
She looked relieved when she saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm glad you're still here.\u201d<\/p>\n
She came closer and noticed my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, goodness. You're hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's nothing serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied the torn shoulder of my jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry. You shouldn't have been treated that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn't know what to say.<\/p>\n
She had already risked her position by serving me.<\/p>\n
Now she had come outside after Kyle had ordered me to leave.<\/p>\n
She held out the paper bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought you some more soup and bread.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou might need something to eat later.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated, then added a small amount of money.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease take this, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've already done enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I accepted the bag.<\/p>\n
It was warm against my hands.<\/p>\n
I could smell the soup through the paper.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I remembered the man sitting beside the cardboard sign near Grand and Fifth.<\/p>\n
I wondered how many times he had walked into a restaurant and been turned away.<\/p>\n
I wondered how many people had looked at him without really seeing him.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at Amber.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I ask you something?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you ever noticed Madison doing anything unusual when customers pay with credit cards?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
The smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw her using a small black device beneath the counter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber looked back toward the restaurant.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, she said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then she spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've seen something like that before.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began beating faster.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced at the door again.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce, I asked Madison about a device she was keeping under the counter. She told me it was backup equipment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see her use it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot clearly. She got angry when I asked questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell Kyle?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was none of my business. And after that, Kyle started criticizing me whenever I helped customers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice became softer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I was giving away too much food and wasting time on people who weren't worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a mixture of anger and shame.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long has this been happening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral months, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down at her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept thinking I wasn't good enough at my job. Every time I tried to do something nice, he made it sound like I was breaking a rule.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell her that she was doing exactly what a good employee should do.<\/p>\n
But before I could answer, the restaurant door opened again.<\/p>\n
Kyle came outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cAmber!\u201d<\/p>\n
She straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing out here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm on my break.\u201d<\/p>\n
He noticed the paper bag in her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give him food from our kitchen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kyle's face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't matter. You're finished here. Go collect your belongings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amber stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're firing me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor helping someone who was hungry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm the manager. I decide what happens in this restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n
I could see that she was trying not to cry.<\/p>\n
Kyle turned toward me.<\/p>\n
Then his eyes moved to the phone in my hand.<\/p>\n
He had noticed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you recording?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
He stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't make this difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved back.<\/p>\n
He reached toward my jacket, trying to grab the phone.<\/p>\n
I pulled away.<\/p>\n
Amber stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cKyle, stop it!\u201d<\/p>\n
He shoved past her.<\/p>\n
She stumbled against the wall, catching herself with one hand.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
I had come to Rosie\u2019s to discover how my staff treated people who appeared to have nothing.<\/p>\n
I had witnessed humiliation, intimidation, and what looked like suspicious payment-card activity.<\/p>\n
Now my manager was trying to take my phone and had pushed an employee who was defending me.<\/p>\n
I took out my phone and called 911.<\/p>\n
Kyle laughed when he saw what I was doing.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead. Call them. See how much they care about a story from a man dressed like you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I entered the restaurant, I wasn't afraid of what he might say.<\/p>\n
When the dispatcher answered, I spoke clearly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Frank Delgado. I own Rosie\u2019s Restaurant on Grand Avenue. My manager has become physically aggressive toward me and one of my employees. I also believe there's a suspicious device being used to collect payment-card information inside the restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave the dispatcher the address.<\/p>\n
Then I explained what I had witnessed and told her that I had recorded part of the activity.<\/p>\n
Kyle's smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
I ended the call and put my phone away.<\/p>\n
Amber was staring at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait. You're Frank Delgado?\u201d<\/p>\n
I removed the gray knitted cap.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the restaurant, then back at me.<\/p>\n
For a moment, she seemed unable to decide what to say.<\/p>\n
I gave her a tired smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm glad I finally got to meet you properly, Amber.\u201d<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth with one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou own Rosie\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell her that she had nothing to be ashamed of.<\/p>\n
Instead, I turned toward Kyle.<\/p>\n
He was already moving toward the entrance.<\/p>\n
He hurried inside, and I followed him.<\/p>\n
The restaurant had become unusually quiet.<\/p>\n
A few customers were looking toward the hostess counter.<\/p>\n
Madison stood behind it, holding the small black device in her hands.<\/p>\n
Kyle was speaking to her in a low, urgent voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Madison looked frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know what to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust hand it over.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped toward the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cMadison.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both of them turned.<\/p>\n
She froze when she saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut the device down,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Kyle tried to interrupt.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank, you don't understand what's happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I turned back to Madison.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe police are on their way. Don't hide anything. Don't destroy anything. Just put it on the counter.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she slowly lowered the device beside the reservation tablet.<\/p>\n
It looked smaller than I had expected.<\/p>\n
That somehow made the sight of it worse.<\/p>\n
Something so small could potentially expose the private financial information of people who had trusted my restaurant.<\/p>\n
And it had been sitting beneath the counter while I was busy celebrating improved profits.<\/p>\n
I looked at the device.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at the photograph of Mom hanging on the wall behind it.<\/p>\n
The two things were only a few feet apart.<\/p>\n
I couldn't stop thinking about the contrast.<\/p>\n
One represented the promise I had made.<\/p>\n
The other represented everything I had failed to notice.<\/p>\n
Within minutes, police officers arrived.<\/p>\n
They separated us and began asking questions.<\/p>\n
I showed them the footage I had recorded from outside.<\/p>\n
I explained the way I had seen Madison handle the payment cards.<\/p>\n
I also told them about Kyle pushing me and shoving Amber against the wall.<\/p>\n
An officer took photographs of my scraped hands and torn jacket.<\/p>\n
Another spoke with the customers who were still inside.<\/p>\n
Amber sat nearby with an ice pack against her shoulder.<\/p>\n
Luis came out of the kitchen after hearing the commotion.<\/p>\n
He looked stunned when he learned what had happened.<\/p>\n
When he saw me standing beside the officers, he approached slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoss, are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm all right, Luis.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward Kyle.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at the black device on the counter.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
I knew he was thinking about the warnings he had given me months earlier.<\/p>\n
I wished I could go back and listen to him the first time he called.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't.<\/p>\n
All I could do now was tell the truth and cooperate with the investigation.<\/p>\n
The officers took Kyle aside for questioning.<\/p>\n
Madison began crying.<\/p>\n
She kept repeating that she hadn't thought anyone would lose anything.<\/p>\n
She said Kyle had told her that banks would correct any problems.<\/p>\n
I listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
I didn't yet know how much she understood, how much Kyle had told her, or whether she had participated willingly.<\/p>\n
Those were questions for the investigators.<\/p>\n
But I knew the matter had become far more serious than a manager treating customers badly.<\/p>\n
A detective specializing in financial crimes arrived later that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Her name was Sharon Vance.<\/p>\n
She examined the preliminary evidence and asked me how long Kyle had managed the restaurant.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout eighteen months.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down at the records the officers had collected.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of these materials appear to cover a longer period than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're going to have to establish the full timeline. At this stage, we have reason to investigate potentially hundreds of payment-card transactions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Hundreds.<\/p>\n
The word seemed impossible to absorb.<\/p>\n
I thought about the customers who had trusted us with their cards.<\/p>\n
The older people who came in every Sunday.<\/p>\n
The families who celebrated birthdays at our tables.<\/p>\n
The people who left tips in the donation jar because they believed in what Rosie\u2019s stood for.<\/p>\n
I had spent years trying to build a place where people felt safe.<\/p>\n
And while I was looking at reports showing better profits, something had gone terribly wrong inside it.<\/p>\n
Detective Vance continued explaining what would happen next.<\/p>\n
The device would be examined.<\/p>\n
Records would be reviewed.<\/p>\n
Investigators would determine whether customers' information had been collected and whether any unauthorized transactions could be connected to the restaurant.<\/p>\n
She made it clear that they were still gathering evidence.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to accuse anyone of more than the evidence supported.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't ignore what I had seen.<\/p>\n
The police began securing the relevant equipment and records.<\/p>\n
They also sought the appropriate authorization to examine Kyle's office.<\/p>\n
I stood near the dining room entrance while the officers worked.<\/p>\n
The restaurant was still open to the street, but it no longer felt like the place I had known for eleven years.<\/p>\n
The tables were the same.<\/p>\n
The photographs were the same.<\/p>\n
The bell above the door was the same.<\/p>\n
Yet everything seemed unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
I looked at Amber.<\/p>\n
She was still sitting with the ice pack against her shoulder.<\/p>\n
She had risked her job to help someone she believed was hungry.<\/p>\n
I had hired a manager with impressive qualifications and trusted him with the business.<\/p>\n
I had overlooked an employee whose character was worth more than any report he could produce.<\/p>\n
That was the truth I couldn't escape.<\/p>\n
As the investigation continued, Detective Vance returned with another question.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Delgado, is there anyone else who might have information about what's been happening here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Luis.<\/p>\n
I thought of the complaints.<\/p>\n
I thought of the customers who had stopped coming and the missing donation jar.<\/p>\n
Then I looked around the restaurant I had built for my mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cThere are people I need to talk to.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew that calling the police had been necessary.<\/p>\n
I also knew that it was only the beginning.<\/p>\n
Whatever the investigation uncovered, I would have to face the part I had played in allowing it to happen.<\/p>\n
I had been so determined to grow my business that I had stopped paying attention to the people who made it worth owning.<\/p>\n
And now I had to find out just how much that failure had cost them.<\/p>\n
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\nClick here to continue reading: PART 5: The Evidence in Kyle\u2019s Office Revealed How Deep the Betrayal Might Go, While I Finally Faced the People I Had Failed to Protect<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"