Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

cup of black tea, the five-dollar charge leaving my wallet nearly empty after the day’s parking fees.

Peter sat down across from me five minutes later, his coat damp from the light rain that had started falling.

“The partners want a clean separation,” Peter said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“I did not alter those logs, Peter,” I said, setting continue reading …