He handed Ross two more sheets of paper, stapled together. They contained a list of typewritten names, most of them with sums of money beside them. “Those came from a plane that crashed in the Great North Woods of Maine in 2001. I think you know what they are, but in case you haven’t been keeping up with events, they’re the names of compromised individuals, men and women who, for want of a better term, have struck deals with the devil. They’re either corrupt or they can be corrupted. They’re ticking time bombs waiting to be used against you—against all of us.”
