Roger struggled to understand the journalist's faint voice, but he still managed to understand what she was saying. "Hello, this is..." He hesitated a few moments before giving his name. They could be listening, and he didn't want to take the risk "For now you can call me Mr. Smith" It was the first thing that came to his mind "I have evidence of a series of... legal maneuvers, with unforeseeable dimensions and implications. I’d like to talk about it in person, in a public place... and keep my anonymity"<br/><br/>While holding the phone between his right shoulder and his face, Roger picked up at full speed everything that might be necessary. A score of folders filled up with all kinds of documents. They hardly fit in his backpack. The eventual consequences of what he was doing flooded his head mercilessly. He could not go to the police for legal protection. Trying to get into witness protection and testifying in a trial was synonymous with suicide. He couldn’t think of any other options besides fleeing abroad. But where? institutions from more than 20 different countries were involved, and a few international organizations too. Perhaps central Asia? A small country in sub-Saharan Africa? What if they manage to cover it up and it never comes out? He would have to flee and hide for his entire life. How was he supposed to do such a thing in the middle of the information age? He didn’t have a choice, though... did he?<br/><br/>His gaze turned on to the envelope, loaded with cash, still on the table. He only had to take it and move on with his life... That was more money than he could make in a whole year or more. Much more. If he took it, he could simply go home, rest, and enjoy for years all kinds of luxuries he could wish. Roger did not understand how he was able to resist that temptation, it did not seem possible, but still, it was. There was no purely logical reason for not taking the money. It might be difficult to launder it, but that would not be a problem if it was spent in small amounts. Possibly he managed to refuse the money because it was stained with blood.<br/><br/>As he could, he put on his backpack and walked to the door of his office at a brisk pace. While waiting for Maggie’s answer, Roger kept thinking about what he would have to do in order to survive what was to come.