Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

but the date matched the exact day the three pages had been removed from our ledger.

The tea at the diner near Union Station cost five dollars, and the plate of dry toast remained untouched between us. Peter sat across the booth, his eyes fixed on the photocopy of the bank draft.

“Look at the address, Eleanor,” Peter said, pointing his pen at the header.continue reading …