Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

for the high shelf where the older compliance boxes were stored, my fingers catching on a split seam. The gray box shifted, sending a shower of fine, dark dust over my black leather shoes and the cuffs of my trousers.

Peter Zeidenberg did not look up from his legal pad at the folding table, but his heavy fountain pen stopped mid-sentence. He tapped continue reading …