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prosecutor. So has every sponsor who called me last month asking why we were being pressured to kill the Voss investigation.”
My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.
His confidence cracked.
Not shattered.
Cracked.
Enough for fear to leak through.
“You can’t air private medical records,” he snapped.
