Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

us, but I saw him carefully fold his white microfiber cloth and place it into his breast pocket.

“Does the defendant wish to address the court before we adjourn?” the judge asked, her gaze shifting down to the man sitting to my right.

Pras did not flinch, nor did his expression change. He slowly turned the heavy silver ring on his left pinky finger, continue reading …