Our next president #47 through ?
No, that's inmate P01135809
It was a dull, grey, cold morning in the Netherlands, a day just the one before and the one the day before. Jack Smith sipped his coffee. He had been preparing his case against Salih Mustafa day after day, for months. He thought and dreamed of little else. Mustafa’s victims, of torture, of murder, had been waiting 22 years for justice and Smith was determined they would get it. 4,000 miles away, in Washington D.C., another criminal was about to make his move. Another criminal who would consume Jack’s thoughts for months on end.
