Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

record,” I said.

Peter stared at the blue draft for a long moment, then reached for the paper. “Give me the pen.”

I handed him my black fountain pen, but my fingers slipped as I passed it across the desk. The blue-black ink left a dark, thick smudge on the top right corner of the subpoena document, right over the court seal.

Peter did not seem to notice continue reading …