Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

tell you that, Eleanor,” David said, his voice dropping as he leaned over the counter. “But you might want to get these back to your office quickly.”

I thanked him and tucked the sealed envelope into my briefcase, the leather strap straining against the sudden bulk.

When I arrived back at the G Street office at five, the reception desk was quiet, the continue reading …