I felt many things reading that report.

But the one that has lasted is a kind of sober warning I have tried to keep close ever since: that the thing in us most certain of its own cleverness is very often the exact door through which our ruin walks in.

Chapter 14 — The Indictment

Priya called me as the sun was going down over the Charleston harbor.

“The federal prosecutors handed down the indictment this afternoon,” she said, in the clean, unhurried voice she used when the news was very large.