Chapter 47I arrived at my son’s house in the late afternoon. He had just gotten home from work, and his wife was picking up their twin boys from school. We talked late into the night. Just as I was going to bed, I received an email from Jim Marino. All it said was I have the information, but we need to talk. I said goodnight and walked into the guest room. I sat on the edge of the bed and called Jim.
“Warren, I’m glad you called. You want to tell me what kind of trouble you are getting into?”
“None, that I know of. I told you that the car outside my house spooked me. It’s probably nothing, Jim.”
“I had to pull a few favors at the State Department and have my team do some hacking into a government database, but I got you some answers. In the last three months, eight individuals received
