hired the hackers who got the surveillance tapes from the Beekman.” His mother is next to him with a highlighter cap already between her teeth, slashing bright yellow lines across pages. There’s movement to his right: Zahra is there too, pulling a stack of papers toward her and starting in with a red pen. “J—I don’t have any bank account numbers or anything but, if you look, there are pay stubs and invoices and requests of service,” Nora says. “Everything, guys. It’s all through back channels and go-between firms and fake names but it’s—there’s a digital paper trail for everything. Enough for a federal investigation, which could subpoena the financial stuff, I think. Basically, Richards hired a firm that hired the photographers who followed Alex and the hackers who breached your server, and then he hired another third party to buy everything and resell it to the Daily Mail. I mean, we're talking about having private contractors surveil a member of the First Family and infiltrate White House security to try to induce a sex scandal to win a presidential race, that is some fucked-up shi—” “Nora, can you—?” June says suddenly, having returned to one of the couches. “Just, please.” “Sorry,” Nora says. She sits down heavily. “I drank like nine Red Bulls to get through all of those and ate a weed gummy to level back out, so I’m flying at fasten-seat-belts right now.” Alex closes his eyes. There’s so fucking much in front of him, and it’s impossible to process it all right now, and he’s pissed, furious, but he can also put a name on it. He can do something about it. He can go outside. He can walk out of this office and call Henry and tell him: “We're safe. The worst is over.” He opens his eyes again, looks down at the pages on the table. “What do we do with this now?” June asks. “What if we just leaked it?” Alex offers. “WikiLeaks—” “Tm not giving them shit,” Ellen cuts him off immediately, not even looking up, “especially not after what they did to you. This is real shit. ’m taking this motherfucker down. It has to stick.” She finally puts her highlighter down. “We're leaking it to the press.” “No major publication is going to run this without verification from someone on the Richards campaign that these emails are real,” June points out, “and that kind of thing takes months.” “Nora,” Ellen says, fixing her with a steely gaze, “is there anything you can do at all to trace the person who sent this to you?” “T tried,” Nora says. “They did everything to obscure their identity.” She reaches down into her shirt and produces her phone. “I can show you the email they sent.” She swipes through a few screens and places her phone face up on the table. The email is exactly as she described, with a signature at the bottom that’s apparently a random combination of numbers and letters: 2021 SCB. BAC CHZ GR ON A1. 2021 SCB. Alex’s eyes stop on the last line. He picks up the phone. Stares at it. “Goddammit.” He keeps staring at the stupid letters. 2021 SCB. 2021 South Colorado Boulevard. The closest Five Guys to the office where he worked that summer in Denver. He still remembers the order he was sent out to pick up at least once a week. Bacon cheeseburger, grilled onions, A1 Sauce. Alex memorized the goddamn Five Guys order. He feels himself start to laugh. It’s code, for Alex and Alex only: You're the only one I trust. “This isn’t a hacker,” Alex says. “Rafael Luna sent this to you. That’s your verification.” He looks at his mother. “If you can protect him, he'll confirm it for you.” [MUSICAL INTRODUCTION: 15 SECOND INSTRUMENTAL FROM DESTINY'S CHILD'S 1999 SINGLE, “BILLS, BILLS, BILLS”] VOICEOVER: This is a Range Audio podcast. You’re listening to “Bills, Bills, Bills,” hosted by Oliver Westbrook, Professor of Constitutional Law at NYU. [END MUSICAL INTRODUCTION] WESTBROOK: Hi. I’m Oliver Westbrook, and with me, as always, is my exceedingly patient, talented, merciful, and lovely producer, Sufia, without whom I would be lost, bereft, floating on a sea of bad thoughts and drinking my own piss. We love her. Say hi, Sufia. SUFIA JARWAR, PRODUCER, RANGE AUDIO: Hello, please send help. WESTBROOK: And this is Bills, Bills, Bills, the podcast where I attempt every week to break down for you, in layman’s terms, what’s happening in Congress, why you should care, and what you can do about it. Well. I gotta tell you, guys, I had a very different show planned out a few days ago, but I don’t really see the point in getting into any of it. Let’s just, ah. Take a minute to review the story the Washington Post broke this morning. We've got emails, anonymously leaked, confirmed by an anonymous source on the Richards campaign, that clearly show Jeffrey Richards—or at least high-ranking staffers at his campaign—orchestrated