I sat down with Pamela to give her the sixty pages from my file cabinet and instructions. “Take these papers,” I said, “and make three sets of copies. Put the originals and one set of copies back in the file room. Mail one copy to Nathan Kern. At exactly nine fifteen, a man will come in here and say the word Natalie. Give him the third copy.” “Yes, sir,” she said. “Is there any note to put in Mr. Kern’s envelope?” “I’ll call him. Mark it Personal.” “Anything else?” “Make an appointment for me. Have the most important FBI person in the state here tomorrow at nine.” Wait. “No, get someone from Boston or New York. From outside the state.” “All right.” “Have Fred Spellman there, too. And one more thing.” This was a little hard. “These four people.” I gave her the list. “Do you know them?” She gave me a sweet, inscrutable, grandmotherly look. “Of course, Jason.” The FBI and these four in the same breath. She knew what that meant. “I need to fire them.”
