Monday morning, at eight o'clock, I sent the package.
It went to the state charitable trust board, to the three largest foundation donors, and to a reporter at the Harbor Record named Selma Ortiz, who had spent two years writing exposés of private foundations and never once gotten one of them to return her calls. I had called her Sunday night, from a motel room on the coast highway, and I had said, "I have the last two years of retainer statements, the board minutes from the meeting where the trust was authorized, and a personal letter from the woman the money was paid to. I want it all on the record."
She had asked me why.
"Because I want people to know that none of this was hidden from me. It was hidden with me. Everyone in my life knew, and they all decided I was the problem."
Selma
