Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

by three o’clock,” I said.

Martha nodded in approval, her fingers already drafting the index for our next submission on her yellow notepad.

“If these logs are as clean as you say,” Martha said to Pras, “we can file our response by Friday morning.”

Pras smiled, his hand resting flat on the mahogany table.

“They are clean,” Pras said. “You continue reading …