Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

behind the tall wooden counter, his desk illuminated by a single green-shaded lamp that cast long shadows across the gray metal shelving behind him.

He did not look up when my boots clicked on the linoleum, his fingers busy with a stack of blue index cards.

“I need the original microfilm reel for the June 2012 personal bank logs,” I said, resting my continue reading …