Sofia's POV
The flash drive felt heavier than it should in my hand, it was just a few ounces of plastic and circuitry containing enough digital ammunition to destroy Wakes Savage's life.
Three years of medical records, financial transactions, surveillance footage, and testimony from former employees who'd finally agreed to speak.
All obtained through methods that would probably cost me my law license if anyone looked too closely.
"Are you sure about this?" Marcus asked from the driver's seat as we sat outside the New York Times building. "Once we walk in there, there's no taking it back."
I stared up at the imposing façade, thinking about Aloe Savage, a woman I'd never met but felt like I knew intimately after weeks of investigating her life. Bank records showing her allowance being
