Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

“Do you recall a donor named Arthur, Pras?” I asked, setting my teacup on the counter. “He contributed fifty thousand dollars during the second week of September.”

Pras did not turn around immediately. When he did, his cadence was soft and entirely deliberate. “Arthur is an old friend from the early days, Eleanor. He wanted to help the campaign.”

“He continue reading …