Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

in front of her.

She did not look up when I sat down, her fingers busy sorting a stack of white routing slips that had been printed from the registry microfilm.

“Peter is still down in the partner’s office,” I said, setting my briefcase on the floor.

“He called from the lobby,” Martha said, her voice flat. “The US Attorney’s office is preparing a formal continue reading …