Chapter 6: Following the Dark Money
Back in my hotel room, with Dr. Bernstein’s affidavit and the original lab work spread across the desk, I dove into Marcus’s flash drive. The [more…]
Back in my hotel room, with Dr. Bernstein’s affidavit and the original lab work spread across the desk, I dove into Marcus’s flash drive. The [more…]
The drive to Baltimore felt longer than it was, my mind racing with the contents of Marcus’s flash drive. The records confirmed Julian’s intent, but [more…]
The diner in Bethesda was exactly as Marcus Kincaid had described: nondescript, with peeling vinyl booths and a faint smell of stale coffee and burnt [more…]
The next morning, I arrived at the campaign headquarters earlier than usual. The air still felt heavy with unspoken suspicions, but I walked directly to [more…]
The campaign headquarters in Washington D.C. always buzzed with a manufactured optimism, even on slow mornings. This morning, it felt different. A chill settled over [more…]
Part 1 I stood three feet away, holding my glass, quietly listening as he detailed his plan to ruin my reputation, push me out of [more…]
The clock on the wall of my cramped, fluorescent-lit basement office ticked steadily, marking the passage of the afternoon. Outside, the last sliver of twilight [more…]
The sun had begun its descent outside, painting the Atlanta skyline in hues of orange and purple. But down in the cramped, fluorescent-lit basement office [more…]
Victor released my hand, a deep breath escaping him. His shoulders seemed to relax, an almost imperceptible easing of the tension that had held him [more…]
I folded the letter carefully, smoothing the creases. Victor watched my face, waiting for my reaction. I looked from the letter to him, then to [more…]