48I pulled a pink sixteen-gigabyte drive from my pocket. Held my open hand toward Dawna.
The small device rested on my palm. A vintage red-and-white metal Solidarność badge was rubber-banded to it.
“I made this for you last night. Includes everything on Jeff’s drive. Plus copies of eight confidential memos I wrote when Jeff asked me not to prosecute offenders. Send the badge back to me with the background on Ramsey.”
Dawna’s palm covered mine. The drive disappeared into her fist.
“Do your memos add to the story?” she asked.
“They dovetail with Jeff’s affidavits. You can watch Ramsey’s power grow. I wrote zero CYA memos the first year. Eight in the next two years. Six more in the last six months.”
She winked. “You’re turning out to be a damn useful informant.”
“Your people will love
