It was early morning when we started planning. Carson spread all the files on the living room table, the laptop was open and the little book from Fred was beside it. There were pages, screenshots, names, photos—all mixed together.
“This is everything we need,” Carson said.
I stared at it all. It looked like a war map. A quiet war, full of secrets and shadows.
“So, how do we do this?” I asked.
“We go public,” he said. “We hit them where it hurts and this is not leaving behind their reputation, their money, all of it,”he added.
I nodded slowly. “Okay. But how do we do that safely?”I asked.
Carson tapped the laptop. “We send it out to the right people including the journalists, investigators, and even social media. Everything at once, so they can’t stop it.”He said .
I swallowed. “And
