THE WOMAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Martha Njoroge couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
For three days, the sensation had followed her everywhere.
At work.
At home.
Even during her morning commute.
At first she had dismissed it as paranoia.
Now she wasn't so sure.
The fertility clinic's laboratory technician glanced over her shoulder as she exited the building.
Nothing.
No one.
Yet the unease remained.
She tightened her grip on her handbag and walked faster.
Inside that bag sat a flash drive.
A very dangerous flash drive.
One she should never have created.
One capable of destroying careers.
Possibly lives.
Because buried within its files was evidence.
Evidence that the clinic had altered records.
Evidence that someo
