Chapter 8We walked back into the house and I asked Cindy what she wanted to do for lunch.
“It’s after 1:00, Warren. There’s still salami and cheese. How about we have that and fruit and later go to dinner?”
“Perfect,” I said. I picked up the flash drive and pointed to a small office I had next to the kitchen. Cindy nodded she understood and started preparing our lunch.
It didn’t take me long to take a quick look at what was on the flash drive. There were about 30 pages of hand-written notes, drawings, and formulas. Was this a copy of Tesla’s lost file? What was I supposed to do with it? This was just great. Now I was in possession of the hot potato. One thing for sure, I have to get Cindy out of here as soon as she could get a flight.
I stepped out of the office and with a look that sa
