Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

up at me. “What is this?”

“A bonus from the client,” I said. “Look at the routing number at the bottom.”

Peter squinted at the tiny black numbers, but he did not recognize the Macau prefix that had cost us the trial. He shrugged, pushing the paper back toward my side of the table.

“It is a generous gift, Eleanor,” Peter said. “You should take it after continue reading …