My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

that account for eight months,” he said.

“I know.”

“Peterson liked me.”

“Peterson likes people who tell him he’s brilliant. That’s not the same as trust.”

He flinched.

Small.

Then the ugliest thing of the night came out.

Not from him. From me.

“I tried to help you in October.”

He frowned. “What?”

“I sent you a memo. Marked private. Specific concerns about Halper’s continue reading …