“I did the rest. I did all of it — I got you Samuel, I got the files split, I sat in that courtroom every day for six weeks. And every bit of that came after you had already climbed through a window in a storm and got yourself to a taxi.

“There was no version of that night where I saved you. You did it, and then I arrived and did the paperwork, and I have let people at that trial and at every dinner since describe me as the man who brought them down, and I have never corrected one of them.”

Chapter 17 — Vozniak, Ochoa, and the Committee

Priscilla Ochoa called me herself in December. Not the onboarding team. Her.

“This is outside my role,” she said, “and I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone at my company I did it.”

“All right.”

“I’ve thought about your file since March. I want to tell you what I would do if I were you, and then I’m going to hang up and we’re not going to speak again.”