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She pushed the files toward him.
“These are meticulous records. Nazi Germany kept records
of their ‘experiments’ as if it was something to be proud of
and so did this government. Read these, Senator, and then tell
me how humane these programs were.”
“Do you want me to be ashamed? If that’s all you want, sit
down and I will read them now.”
“I want more than that. I want you to go public. If you
won’t, I will go to every media outlet and release these
documents.”
“And I have the power to stop you. You realize that, don’t
you? I have the pulpit, Josie, not you. I have the power, not
you.”
“And I have the passion. And I have my mother. People will
look at her–”
“They will look at her the same way they looked at Ian
Francis. She is just a sad, crazy person.”
Josie drew up and stood tall. She lowered her voice.
“There is a man named Michael Horn. His grandfather was
a victim. The Supreme Court is poised to hear his case.”
“That case will never be heard.” Ambrose said.
“You’re not that powerful,” Josie scoffed.
“No, but God is. Mr. Horn died two days ago. A hit and run
while he was jogging.” Ambrose chuckled at her expression.
He knew what she was thinking. “No. No spy games. The road
was dark. A woman hit him. Fate intervened. No one will pick
up Michael Horn’s cause, and he will not be one of your
soldiers.”
Ambrose stood up and went around his chair. He rested his
arms on the high back, relaxing now he had the upper hand.
“Josie, there is no one who remembers or cares about these
things. Ha Kuna House is gone. I doubt your basketful of files
will add up to an indictment. You don’t want to be Michael