You know, you read about something like Jack May being mysteriously missing when one of the partners in his May Town project wants to sue him and it makes you wonder ... well, it makes me wonder: Do these people not have one single gal pal? Not an "I'm sleeping with you" girlfriend, but a female friend who will go out for drinks with you, listen to you talk about your troubles with your significant other, and offer you advice?
May Town partners, let me be that girlfriend to you.
Here is the harsh truth I would lay on you right now, if we were gal pals: Yes, of course this happened. Duh.
Please, when has this NOT been shady? When y'all claimed there was an archaeological survey that, it turns out, didn't actually exist? When y'all looked at the little archaeological data you did have and said, "Let's give the flood plain and the federally protected dead bodies to TSU to deal with and pretend like we're doing them a favor?" Or was it way back when you got sold a dream of a second downtown down a two-lane road at the end of a mostly inaccessible bend in the river?
In this whole thing, as you watched piles of lies being sold to the city in slick packaging, you never had a moment when you thought, "Gosh, is it possible we're being sold a pile of lies, too?"
If I were your girlfriend, I would have reminded you that if he'll do it with you, he'll do it to you.