I wondered about the small recorder that Doctor Harpending had given me, or rather gifted me, since no discussion had taken place about ownership. The good doctor was known for being cheap, driving an older Volkswagen, and infamously buying used tires for it from...
The driver of the Lincoln limo was a man I didn’t recognize from the compound, but then I wasn’t surprised. I circulated among but knew very few of the men and women who constantly flowed in, through and around the Western White House and its grounds. I was so low on...